The name is Shakeel (Shuh-keel).

21, and lots of fun.


This is a compilation of my literary creativity and various other things.

salexand@daemen.edu

Eternal love defeats the over bearing pressures of time and age. 

Once you find it in something (or someone), don’t let it go.
mixolydian-maelstroms:

bogleech:

what-are-you-doing-here:

goddessofcheese:

brofligate:

did-you-kno:

Source

There is literally nothing better than a sexy, badass lady.

CHING MOTHERFUCKING SHIH
This lady was such a badass, I can’t count the ways, but let’s try.
She got married to an already successful pirate, Zheng Yi, and took over when he died. She was crazy strict to keep an iron fist over her fleet of pirates, and the punishments for stepping out of line were brutal. If you stole or looted from a town that provided assistance or tribute to the pirate fleet, Ching would chop your fucking head off with a battle axe and dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  If you stole from the pirate treasury, or she thought you were stealing from the pirate treasury, Ching would chop your fucking head off dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  Raping any captured female prisoners was punishable by immediate death.  Fuck, if you had consensual sex while on duty you got your head chopped off and the woman was chucked off the boat no matter where they were at.  Ching wasn’t fucking around, and she wanted to make damn sure you weren’t fucking around when you should have been working.
Two years after she took over, she got so notorious for ransacking towns and taking taxes on them that she pissed off the entire Chinese government, and sent out a massive fleet to bring her in line. Most pirates probably would’ve said this was out of their pay grade and taken off to hide out or ransack some other country.
Ching Shih said fuck that.
She not only faced them head on, she wiped the floor with them, killing hundreds and capturing sixty-something ships from the Imperial Fleet. Prisoners were given the choice of joining up or being executed on the spot. The Admiral of the Chinese navy, Kwo Lang, was so afraid of being captured by her or going back to admit he’d been beaten by her that he committed suicide.
For the next two years, Ching Shih not only kept on pirating, she fought off Chinese forces as well as Dutch and British warships that the navy called in to help. Finally the government gave up and offered her amnesty as well as amnesty for her then SEVENTEEN THOUSAND crewman. Ching Shih got to keep all her plunder, so she retired to the countryside where she opened up a brothel and lived until she was 69.
tldr: I’ve come to terms with the reality that I’ll never be as terrifyingly badass as this woman was.

i will be as badass as she

You know, I heard of her, but I’d either forgotten or never heard that she grew old and retired having never been brought down or defeated ever.
She won being a pirate.
She got history’s high score.

Always reblog the best pirate of all times.

mixolydian-maelstroms:

bogleech:

what-are-you-doing-here:

goddessofcheese:

brofligate:

did-you-kno:

Source

There is literally nothing better than a sexy, badass lady.

CHING MOTHERFUCKING SHIH

This lady was such a badass, I can’t count the ways, but let’s try.

She got married to an already successful pirate, Zheng Yi, and took over when he died. She was crazy strict to keep an iron fist over her fleet of pirates, and the punishments for stepping out of line were brutal. If you stole or looted from a town that provided assistance or tribute to the pirate fleet, Ching would chop your fucking head off with a battle axe and dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  If you stole from the pirate treasury, or she thought you were stealing from the pirate treasury, Ching would chop your fucking head off dump your lifeless body in the ocean.  Raping any captured female prisoners was punishable by immediate death.  Fuck, if you had consensual sex while on duty you got your head chopped off and the woman was chucked off the boat no matter where they were at.  Ching wasn’t fucking around, and she wanted to make damn sure you weren’t fucking around when you should have been working.

Two years after she took over, she got so notorious for ransacking towns and taking taxes on them that she pissed off the entire Chinese government, and sent out a massive fleet to bring her in line. Most pirates probably would’ve said this was out of their pay grade and taken off to hide out or ransack some other country.

Ching Shih said fuck that.

She not only faced them head on, she wiped the floor with them, killing hundreds and capturing sixty-something ships from the Imperial Fleet. Prisoners were given the choice of joining up or being executed on the spot. The Admiral of the Chinese navy, Kwo Lang, was so afraid of being captured by her or going back to admit he’d been beaten by her that he committed suicide.

For the next two years, Ching Shih not only kept on pirating, she fought off Chinese forces as well as Dutch and British warships that the navy called in to help. Finally the government gave up and offered her amnesty as well as amnesty for her then SEVENTEEN THOUSAND crewman. Ching Shih got to keep all her plunder, so she retired to the countryside where she opened up a brothel and lived until she was 69.

tldr: I’ve come to terms with the reality that I’ll never be as terrifyingly badass as this woman was.

i will be as badass as she

You know, I heard of her, but I’d either forgotten or never heard that she grew old and retired having never been brought down or defeated ever.

She won being a pirate.

She got history’s high score.

Always reblog the best pirate of all times.

(Source: did-you-kno, via samtheangelcockblocker)


The assassination of Inejiro Asanuma by 17 year-old Otoya Yamaguchi, 1960.

The assassination of Inejiro Asanuma by 17 year-old Otoya Yamaguchi, 1960.

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Why did the chicken cross the road?

Plato:

For the greater good.

Karl Marx:

It was a historical inevitability.

Machiavelli:

So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.

Hippocrates:

Because of an excess of yellow bile in its gallbladder.

Jacques Derrida:

Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!

Thomas de Torquemada:

Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.

Timothy Leary:

Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.

Douglas Adams:

Forty-two.

Nietzsche:

Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.

Oliver North:

National Security was at stake.

B.F. Skinner:

Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will. The chicken's action was reinforced, hence, it was done.

Carl Jung:

The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.

Jean-Paul Sartre:

In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.

Ludwig Wittgenstein:

The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.

Albert Einstein:

Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

Aristotle:

To actualize its potential.

Buddha:

If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.

Howard Cosell:

It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.

Salvador Dali:

The Fish.

Charles Darwin:

It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.

Emily Dickinson:

Because it could not stop for death.

Epicurus:

For fun.

Ralph Waldo Emerson:

It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.

Johann von Goethe:

The eternal hen-principle made it do it.

Ernest Hemingway:

To die. In the rain.

Werner Heisenberg:

We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.

David Hume:

Out of custom and habit.

Jack Nicholson:

'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.

Pyrrho the Skeptic:

What road?

Ronald Reagan:

I forget.

John Sununu:

The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.

The Sphinx:

You tell me.

Mr. T.:

If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!

Henry David Thoreau:

To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.

Mark Twain:

The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.

Molly Yard:

It was a hen!

Zeno of Elea:

To prove it could never reach the other side.

Chaucer:

So priketh hem nature in hir corages.

Wordsworth:

To wander lonely as a cloud.

The Godfather:

I didn't want its mother to see it like that.

Keats:

Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.

Blake:

To see heaven in a wild fowl.

Othello:

Jealousy.

Dr. Johnson:

Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.

Mrs. Thatcher:

This chicken's not for turning.

Supreme Soviet:

There has never been a chicken in this photograph.

Oscar Wilde:

Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.

Kafka:

Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.

Swift:

It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.

Macbeth:

To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.

Whitehead:

Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.

Freud:

An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)

Hamlet:

That is not the question.

Donne:

It crosseth for thee.

Pope:

It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.

Constable:

To get a better view.

Yeats:

She was following the Faeries that sang to her to come away with them from the dull, bucolic comfort of the farmyard to the waters and the wild.

Shelley:

'Tis a metaphor for the pursuits of man: though 'twas deemed an extraordinary occurrence at the time, still it brought little to bear on the great scheme of time and history, and was ultimately fruitless and forgotten.

Tolkien:

Chickens are respectable folk, and well thought of. They never go on any adventures or do anything unexpected. One fine spring day, as the chicken wandered contentedly around the farmyard, clucking and pecking and enjoying herself immensely, there appeared a Wizard and thirteen Dwarves who were in need of a chicken to share in their adventure. Reluctantly she joined their party, and with them crossed the road into the great Unknown, muttering about how rude the Dwarves were to take her away on such short notice, without even giving her time to brush her feathers or fetch her hat.

downeastandout:

New Arrivals at Gentry NYC

Aspesi | EG

Camoshita | Gitman

Esemplare | Ovadia

Arpenteur | Esemplare

Vetra

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monitormylife:

geekscoutcookies:

thepatientlywaitingfox:

she-wants-the-eod:

highball2814:

reverendrevenant:

I could have used this information over the last 29 years of my god damn life

My mom taught me to pack like this and she gets mad when I come to visit and sees that I don’t use it.

I need to remember this for uniforms.

Oh my god, I am learning this ASAP. HOW DID I NOT KNOW OF THIS BEFORE?!

WaitWaaaaait


You’re welcome

monitormylife:

geekscoutcookies:

thepatientlywaitingfox:

she-wants-the-eod:

highball2814:

reverendrevenant:

I could have used this information over the last 29 years of my god damn life

My mom taught me to pack like this and she gets mad when I come to visit and sees that I don’t use it.

I need to remember this for uniforms.

Oh my god, I am learning this ASAP. HOW DID I NOT KNOW OF THIS BEFORE?!

Wait
Waaaaait

You’re welcome

(Source: neverforget14, via thisislabri)

musiqchild007:

doncheftw:

grizz-z:

brownglucose:

iverbz:

MY NIGGA MOVED.

Children have zero sense of fear

He just ran a 4.3 sec 40

NYOOM

This look like it’s from an action movie.

musiqchild007:

doncheftw:

grizz-z:

brownglucose:

iverbz:

MY NIGGA MOVED.

Children have zero sense of fear

He just ran a 4.3 sec 40

NYOOM

This look like it’s from an action movie.

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Writing Short Stories: How Many Scenes Do You Need?

angelabooth1:

Writing Short Stories: How Many Scenes Do You Need?

Writing Short Stories: How Many Scenes Do You Need?

Students are having great fun with Hot, Hotter, Hottest: Write Bestselling Kindle Romances, our new romance fiction writing class. Most of the students are nonfiction writers who are dipping their toes into fiction. The “How many scenes?” question comes up often, particularly with writing short stories.

A scene is defined as a unit of action; the operative word being ACTION.Something happens in…

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Who is this?

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cassiesteele:

I love so many #doughtnuts #imeanbitches

cassiesteele:

I love so many #doughtnuts #imeanbitches