Restaurant owner leaves message for ‘dumpster diver’

A restaurant owner in Oklahoma is going above and beyond to help someone apparently in need of a meal.
According to KFOR, the owner of P.B. Jams recently noticed someone had been going through their trash, specifically food containers.
The woman says it broke her heart to know someone was “dumpster diving.” So instead of ignoring it, Ashley Jiron told KFOR she decided to do something about it.
“It hurt me that someone had to do that,” she told KFOR.
So Ashley put a sign outside her restaurant offering a free meal to whomever was eating food from the dumpster.
The sign read:
“To the person going through our trash for their next meal, you’re a human being and worth more than a meal from the dumpster. Please come in during business hours for a classic Pb&j, fresh veggies, and a cup of water at no charge. No questions asked. – your friend, the owner.”
Jiron told KFOR that no one has come in yet, and she’s not taking the sign down until the person takes her up on her offer.
Jiron told KFOR that a free meal is the least she can do for someone who is obviously down on their luck.
“I think we’ve all been in that position where we needed someone’s help and we just needed someone to extend that hand and if I can be that one person to extend that hand to another human being then I will definitely do it,” she said.

Me canso de buscarte siempre y siempre encontrarte a medias. Me aferro a los jirones que quedan de lo que eras. Y la luna brilla menos desde que tú no le haces competencia. Tu luz se apaga como una vela, y yo me empeño en seguir encendiéndola aunque la llama esté muerta.
Su corazón estaba echo jirones. Hacía ya tiempo que había germinado en su alma está angustia que le torturaba. Luego había ido creciendo, amasándose, desarrollándose, y últimamente parecía haberse abierto como una flor y adoptado la forma de una espantosa, fantástica y brutal interrogación que le atormentaba sin descanso y le exigía imperiosamente una respuesta
—  Fedor Dostoiewski, Crimen y Castigo
Ojalá ames mucho y muy bueno, incluso a riesgo de ser correspondido. Que te despojen de todo, que hagan jirones de tus ganas y que te veas obligado a remendarlas con el hilo de cualquier otra ilusión. Que desees y seas deseado, que se frustren todas tus esperanzas y que acabes descubriendo que la única forma de recobrar el primer amor, que es el propio, es en brazos ajenos. Dos emociones inútiles asociadas al pasado, arrepentimiento y culpa, y una emoción inútil asociada al futuro, la preocupación. Cuanto antes de desprendas de las tres, antes empezarás a apreciar lo único que tienes.
—  Risto Mejide

vir-ghilani  asked:

Samira + prawns >:3c

send me a ship + a word and i’ll write a 5-10 sentence fic

(yes this is totally 5-10 sentences because i know how to follow directions.)

“What’s another thing you miss? Besides baths.”

Elmira relaxed into the blankets, taking her time to consider Sahine’s question. While she had gotten used to the routine of Clan Vaharel over the past few years, there were times when she missed certain comforts. Taking a bath with actual water, for one…

She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Sahine’s fingers in her hair. Elmira knew from experience that she’d find some tangled strands later, but she didn’t mind. In fact, recently, she noticed there were many things she didn’t seem to mind when it came to Sahine— “Elmira?”

“Hm?” The question shook her out of her thoughts. “What?”

“Did… you fall asleep on me?”

Elmira opened her eyes and found herself looking into a familiar sight. Eyes, dark and filled with amusement, returned her gaze. Sahine was leaning over her, close enough that Elmira could pick out the blue in her eyes… and close enough to steal a kiss. She frowned at the intrusive thought, but saved the idea for later. “I would never,” Elmira replied. She tried her best to look indignant while lying on her back. “And hey, I’m not on ya.”

Sahine rolled her eyes; a hint of a smile teased her lips. “Of course.” She sighed. “So, my question?”

“Seafood,” Elmira said, without missing a beat. “Prawns, specifically. I still remember the first time I had grilled prawns in Salle. Lots of butter and garlic, some lemon juice. Dreamt about it for weeks after.”

“Prawns?” Sahine repeated the word. “Hmm… what are those?”

Elmira blinked. “You haven’t…” Her voice trailed off as she followed Sahine’s gaze. When her eyes stopped on the messy stack of books in corner, realization struck her. She’s lived in the desert all her life, ya idiot. Elmira frowned; she knew what prawns looked like, what they smelled like, and what they tasted like, but describing them… she didn’t really know how to describe them beyond ‘ocean bugs’. Well, to be fair, it was also how Hale described them when he was trying to get her to try them.

Sahine’s eyes were slightly unfocused—distant. Elmira could guess that she was going through a list of all the books she’s read, quickly trying to recall any prawn-related entries. Elmira cleared her throat, bringing Sahine back into the present. She decided to avoid the lengthy and convoluted explanation. “You know what? I’ll just have to take ya sometime.”

“Really?” Sahine looked surprised. “To Antiva?”

“Well, any ocean-side town would do,” Elmira said, shrugging. “But if ya wanted, I suppose we could go” She caught the look on Sahine’s face and furrowed her brow. “What?”

Sahine smiled. It was different from the ones Elmira saw before; she wasn’t sure how to interpret it. “You would promise a lot to a girl,” Sahine said, after a few moments.

You’re not just any—Elmira shook her head. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” She grinned. “Especially when it comes to a lovely lady like yourself.”

Sahine propped her elbow on her knee and rested her chin on her hand, angling her head so she could meet Elmira’s red eyes. The few strands of hair that escaped her messy bun framed the face below. She smiles again. “Flatterer.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Elmira said, smirking.

Sahine hums. A comfortable silence settled in between them until Sahine spoke up. “So…” Her voice was low and suggestive, bordering on a whisper. “What are you thinking about?”

It took Elmira a few moments before she realized she had been staring at Sahine’s lips… and she had been caught. So much for stealing a kiss, she thought, feeling heat shift to the tip of her ears. She sniffed. “Just thinking about this healer I know,” Elmira said. “Brutal bedside manner, but she’s good at what she does. Lovely woman.”

“Oh? Really?” Sahine chuckled, but played along. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning in even closer. “And what would you like to do with her?”

The sweet scent of wine, still lingering in her warm breath, was enough. In one smooth movement, Elmira wrapped her hand around the back of Sahine’s neck and pushed up to close the gap between them. She pressed her lips against Sahine’s, kissing her with an urgency that surprised and confused her.


Elmira pushed the intrusive thoughts out of her mind. Those could be dealt with another day.

As always, Clan Vaharel and Sahine Jiron belong to you, @vir-ghilani! :>

Thanks for the ask! :D

Dos rojas lenguas de fuego
Que a un mismo tronco enlazadas,
Se aproximan, y al besarse
Forman una sola llama.

Dos notas que del laúd
a un tiempo la mano arranca,
y en el espacio se encuentran
y armoniosas se abrazan.

Dos olas que vienen juntas
a morir sobre una playa,
y que al romper se coronan
con un penacho de plata.

Dos jirones de vapor
que del lago se levantan,
y al juntarse allí en el cielo
forman una nube blanca.

Dos ideas que al par brotan,
dos besos que
a un mismo tiempo estallan,
dos ecos que se confunden…

Eso son nuestras dos almas.

—  Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer