grace frost

be Kind :)

[grace frost @Gracefukinfrost]

@her3fortheplot @stooeyjay93 assuming anyone who has a clinical diagnosis can become dangerous IS dangerous itself. they are more likely at risk of decompensation/self harm/suicide, than they are hurting others. end the stigma please

[Zack Bornstein @ZackBornstein]

To optimize good sleep before bed:
-Take a hot bath
-Get blackout curtains
-Watch 200 4-second videos inches from your face
-Practice deep breathing

[Shell @Shellerina_]

Please please please let me get what i want

[Kali @102YLA]

Boys do shit like give u water in a mug

[Lys @inherlane_]

I admire how men always choose themselves. I think women should do the same.

[grace frost @Gracefukinfrost]

@yungkalez SHES A WITCH!

[s @taesbitch_]

BREAKING: Jason Derulo has fallen down the #MetGala stairs for the 6th year in a row

[Macklemore @macklemore]

HIND’S HALL. Once it’s up on streaming all proceeds to UNRWA.

[Jeffery Perkins @JefferyxBball]

Drake: “Yeah its gonna take Kendrick at least a week to reply to that”

Kendrick an hour later:
https://t.co/PJxcCaImFN

[clare @sadderlizards]

hey come over we’re finding the beauty in everything. yes even in the mundane

[kira 👾 @kirawontmiss]

“I sentence you to eat a meal without youtube”

[Chris @iamchriscorooo]

I don't know who needs to hear this but in 39 days the sun will set at 7pm

[tom @tshmke]

this is what i imagine toads listen to when they’re chillin at the swamp

[Sharmine Narwani @snarwani]

When I was young, I never really understood my parents insistence to only use olive oil imported from Palestine. It took a long time and a great distance in a process that was neither cheap nor convenient. The oil came in old beat-up containers that did not look appealing to me at all. In my head, if they wanted to support distant family back home, they could just send them money and save us and them a big hassle. We could just use the nice looking olive oil containers from the nearby store. Yet, this was never an option in our household. The only olive oil we used at home was from Palestine.

As I grew up and started a student part-time job, I worked with olive oil a little. I knew all about olive oil imported from Spain, Italy, and other countries. I knew which ones were better and more expensive. I also learned to tell, based on the pungent taste, which ones were extra virgin. I was tempted to use my employee discount to bring home one of the fancy bottles and use at our kitchen. I could not get myself to do it, and I did not exactly know why. I felt like it would be disrespectful to my parents even if it didn’t make sense to me. It did not feel right. It was not an option.

After living in Palestine for a year during the olive picking season, something changed. The olive picking season in Palestine is holy.

Palestinians relate to the weather based on how it would benefit or harm the olives. There is well-known unspoken rule about treating olive trees with respect. There is a day off from work just to pick olives. On public transportation, it is not unusual to hear someone on the phone telling their friend to stop by for their share of this year’s olive oil stored in what used to be a Coca-Cola or a liquor bottle. A driver will stop in the middle of the way to give his brother- in- law a jar of olives that are so close to one another that they start to crush showing their insides.

In Nablus, the owner of the Nabulsi soap factory takes pride in how picky he is about getting his olive oil. He insists on filling a cup to let me smell how authentic it is and smirks as he sees my diasporic facial expressions transform in appreciation of its strong smell running through all of my brain cells.

I started noticing how olive oil is an essential part of so many dishes. “Palestinians drink more olive oil than water” I would jokingly say and they would laugh in agreement. Olive oil is truly an everyday ritual.

They fantasize about its color when it’s fresh and remind me that it starts to change as it reacts with oxygen over time. They dip their bread into olive oil, just like that and without any additions, and enjoy it more than the sweetest of all foods. I can guarantee that every lunch invitation (عزومة) I received during the olive-picking season was a chance for my hosts to share their olive oil using Msakhan (a traditional Palestinian dish).

I now have a deeper understanding of the psychology behind the burning of olive trees by Israeli soldiers and why farmers moan at the scene as if they lost a loved one.

Wherever you are, if it’s accessible to you, make sure your olive oil is Palestinian. Your ancestors would want that.

-By Dima Seelawi

[ppigg @s4m31p4n]

It’s important to ask what’s the worst that could happen? And then dwell on that