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Day 19: Palestinian death toll passes 1,000 | July 26, 2014

Thousands of Gaza residents who fled the violence streamed back to devastated border areas during Saturday’s 12-hour humanitarian truce to find large-scale destruction: fighting pulverized scores of homes, wreckage blocked roads and power cables dangled in the streets. In northern Beit Hanoun, even the hospital was badly damaged by shelling. Across Gaza, more than 130 bodies were pulled from the rubble on Saturday, officials said. In southern Gaza, 20 members of an extended family were killed before the start of the lull when a tank shell hit a building where they had sought refuge. (Sources: 1, 2, 3)

Pictures from Beit Hanoun & Shejaiyah during a pause in the bombing by Israeli forces:

1. A general view of destruction in the Shejaia neighbourhood. (Mohammed Salem/Reuters)

2. Palestinians carry belongings they find at their destroyed houses in Beit Hanoun. (Sergey Ponomarev for The New York Times)

3. A Palestinian man looks staggered after seeing his home destroyed, while visiting the area during a 12-hour cease-fire in Shejaiyah neighbourhood. (Khalil Hamra/AP)

4. Palestinians inspect the damage of their destroyed houses in Shejaiyah neighbourhood. (Khalil Hamra/AP)

5. Palestinians recover the body of a man killed when his home was hit the previous night by Israeli fire in the northern district of Beit Hanoun. (Marco Longari/AFP/Getty Images)

6. A mare and her foal walk along the debris of destroyed buildings in the northern district of Beit Hanoun. (Mohammed Abed/AFP/Getty Images)

7. Palestinians survey the damage in Beit Hanoun. (Marco Longari/AFP/Getty Images)

8. Children wait for their parents, who collect belongings from their destroyed houses in Beit Hanoun. (Sergey Ponomarev for The New York Times)

9. A general view of destroyed buildings after Israeli attacks in a part of the Shuja’iyya neighbourhood. (Oliver Weiken/EPA)

10. Palestinian women react amid the destruction in the northern district of Beit Hanoun. (Marco Longari/AFP/Getty Images)

(Sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)



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apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur 

Anonymous asked:
I just got accepted to FSU, do you have any advice for college freshmen? Thank you! :)


Do all the little events. Your dorm will host little parties of activities either for the building or your floor - go to all of them. Live in the dorms, at least one year (APPLY FOR HOUSING RIGHT NOW. NO, RIGHT NOW. DO IT AS SOON AS YOU READ THIS I’M NOT KIDDING if you want you won’t get shit housing you’ll get NO housing). Even if you end up in one of the “shitty” dorms, still do it.

Go to all the events the union hosts. All of them.

Don’t study in your room. Go down to the common area and study. Go to the basement, the lobby, sit down, work on shit. You’ll meet people. They may be in your class and want to work with you, they may want to distract you. Make friends with both. Unless it’s finals week. Then study in the library. It’s 24 hours. Nobody wants to meet you then anyway.

Remember when the food halls open and close because nothing sucks more then getting hungry for dinner and Suwanee is already closed.

Cook food in the kitchens in the dorms. The smell will bring people in, and you may meet your best friend that way (I met my best friend since frenchman year because she was making tacos, I poked my head in, and she offered me some). Just know that you’re gonna lose food. If you want to cook for yourself, wait for a weekend, mid day. Keep a stock of food in a place where your roommate doesn’t know about.

Know your neighbors. Know the people on your floor. Be nice to your RA because they’ll be more likely to let you pass on shit you shouldn’t be doing. And trust me, even if you’re a goodie two shoes now, you will eventually do shit you probably shouldn’t be doing.

Ride the Night Nole. Doesn’t matter where, it’s in a loop. Get dressed to go out to a party, get on, sit down, talk to the people on it. Join in the eventual late night sing-a-longs. All the best parties I ever went to were because me and my friends got on the bus with no location in mind, and ended up following people to a party THEY were going to. 

Don’t take more than 12 hours your first semester. Just don’t. Or your second semester, really. There will be plenty of time to bust your ass on shit when you’re a sophomore, junior and senior. Being a freshman is really the only time you have to take bullshit pre-req classes that you don’t really have to care about or work hard on, and you’ll want the easy load so you can get adjusted. 

Pass/fail is your friend but you only have a few. If you have to take a class you KNOW you’re only going to pass by the skin of your teeth, take is pass/fail, it won’t fuck with your GPA. But you only get a few so make them count.

Learn to balance mental with school life. No one is going to wake you up in the morning anymore. It’s your job to get to class but nobody is going to tell you to do so. Know each class’ attendance policies. Know how many you have missed and how many you can miss. Make yourself go to class, but if there comes a day where you just fucking can’t, skip. You can take mental health days but don’t let them ruin your grades. Find a balance.

The health and wellness center is your best friend, and if you have the school’s insurance it’s all free. Get a note for everything.

There will be a lot of drugs you haven’t tried or even heard of that float around you. Try some if you want, stay away from them if you don’t. Contrary to what D.A.R.E. has told you, most people will respect your choice not to indulge in their drug of choice. If they don’t, they’re toxic people, stay away from them. FSU likes their hallucinogens and ecstasy. Be aware of that.

Know that your freshman year is the year that college is really college. It’s the year you need to really live the college lifestyle. Because chances are, you’re gonna move out of the dorms by sophomore year (unless you become an RA, which, try out for that too). The people you meet in your dorms, the friends you make, those people will only be in that place once. Your freshman year is going to be characterized by a random grouping of different human lives all brought together by experiences and dorm room numbers that will never happen again. After you leave, another set of freshman will take your place, and go through all the experiences you did, and the cycle will repeat. As college keeps going, you study more, hang out less, and eventually, campus will just be that place you have to go to for class before you go back home for the day.

And eventually, you’re going to be me, staring down your very last semester of college, and feeling like you’re barely in college at all. It’s basically high school only with harder classes and instead of going home to your parents you’re going home to your roommates (or lack there of, if you can afford a single like me). And those people you met your freshman year will probably not be around sans for a few of them. You’ll pass each other on the bus or see each other at a party and get really excited and ask how you’re doing and where you’re going but not much other then that.

And you’re going to need to be able to look back on the four years you spent getting your degree and say “yes, I did this, I went to college and I lived it” because otherwise you’re just going to be disappointed in yourself. Get drunk and slap somebody. Cry outside your dorm. Stay up all night with people you just met. Drink a little too much. End up in the library pulling an all nighter with other people in your class. Date somebody. Don’t date somebody. Go on an adventure. 

Do everything, because this is going to be the only chance you’ve got to. You’ll slowly morph into an adult in your time in college and you’ve got a small window of opportunity for ultimate freedom, take it. Don’t be that kid who spent their college career sitting in their dorm.

You will regret it.

A Love Letter to College Freshmen.


Dear You–

It may just be you & I up and awake in the world right now.

Just you… the quiet of a new dorm room… the glow of the laptop screen… this love letter… and a feeling webbing deep in your stomach that you may never get used to all this.


It’s not true. You’re going to do just fine. You’re already doing just fine even if it’s one of the hardest things to convince yourself of when the tears are brinking and you just want to go back home: Back to comfort. High school. A boyfriend & friendships now sitting in the pile of  “long distance.” Bonfires. Summer. Familiarity. Anything but this.

It’ll be the best four years of your life… that’s what they’re telling you, right? That—if done right—these next four years will sculpt you & change you & make you ready for the real world. Truth told: this is the real world. It’s yours. Stop thinking otherwise. Don’t let a moment more slip away.

These next four years are yours to be entirely & completely selfish.

To figure out “you” and how “you” make this world a better place. So start…

Start at the coffee bar. That’s a good place to start. Just visit the coffee bar and treat yourself to something sweet—you’re in college. It’s something to celebrate.

Knock awkwardly on the doors of your new neighbors. Everyone is waiting for someone to make the first move and plan a powwow. Be that person. Decide that tonight it is the football game and tomorrow it is popcorn and a movie night in your room. Pick a movie that is both drama & comedy, with traces of home & familiarity in it for each of you.

Befriend your RA. They are not the enemy. They are here to make every ounce of this easier for you… and they’d really appreciate the chance to try.

Call home when you have to. Cry your eyes out. Take slow slugs of the broth of homesickness in the morning.

It’s ok… It’s ok…

Let the homesickness in. Don’t push it out. Talk about it. Embrace it. It will head south eventually… I promise.

Write letters. To your friends at other schools. To your long distance boyfriend. To teachers back home. Glitter the maps with your cursive to one another. Give one another a reason to track back the campus mailbox for something other than a free pizza coupon. You’ll keep those letters for years & years. You’ll one day say that there is nothing like those letters you’ve kept stacked in a box beside your bed.

And on the note of friends… step away from Facebook for a little while. Not forever. Not for always. Just enough time to be present to the here & now. The meeting of new faces. The conversations at parties. The ice breakers that, yes, you clearly don’t want to do but should anyway. Be there for it. All of it. Don’t sit in the feeds of your friends back home; start new chapters that would make them proud.

Follow. Just follow wherever this year takes you. You’ll change. It’s inevitable. But don’t shy away from the change or the chance to develop into a better friend… a better leader… a better somebody. Accept it. When people grow distant and old relationships don’t fuel you anymore, just accept it. That’s life. It’s always happening. Clear away and cut the ties you need to cut… make room for Better & More. You’ll find best friends in this place…

Don’t go crazy looking for them. You’ll find one another and in a year from now you’ll wonder how there ever was a whole two decades of Not Knowing One Another. For now, just meet people. Sink into it naturally. You’ll get there. I promise. Just find the places where people are and start there.

A club. A meeting. The newspaper. Something. Anything. Not just for social purposes– your resume is going to start mattering sooner than you think… take it seriously.

And classes too—Go. To. Them. 8am or not—Show. Up.

Study. Try harder than you’ve ever tried before. Consider a time management course. Take at least one course that interests you… thrills you… makes you think. & don’t rush to choose a major. There’s time to get your feet wet with the muds of it all.

Most of all, embrace it. All of it. The new opportunities. The events on campus. The free stuff. The chance to grow apart from everything you’ve ever know. The chance to be someone you have always wanted to be…

Sit down during this first week of college… take out a piece of paper… and write it all down. Your hopes & your dreams  & your goals for the next four years. Who do you want to become? What do you want to accomplish? It’s time to start all of this.

Write it all down. Put it in an envelope. Seal it up and scribble “Do not open until college graduation day,” in big, bold letters. And tuck it somewhere safe…

Get clear on what you want to make of these next four years and then go out and do it…

You’ve got this. You’ve really got this. And if ever you start to believe that you don’t, come find me.


Someone who has been there before. 


This love letter was written by founder of The World Needs More Love Letters, Hannah Brencher. This love letter was inspired by the love letter she wrote to herself on the first night of college. Brencher sealed the love letter in an envelope & did not open it until her graduation day in 2010.

Complete College Checklist


Complete College Checklist!

I have talked to many people and done tons of searching to compile a list of all of the things you’ll need for college. My roommate and I have divided some stuff up, especially bathroom stuff. This is all the stuff we are taking to college!

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People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers” your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am.

You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide…


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