Your Eyes Make Me Melt And Your Laugh Builds Me Back Up.

Every night When the  Moon gets  sleepy And  the Stars  sing the drowsy  Lullaby  I start  Weaving The silky threads Of our  broken love  Together And Try to create A dream Out of that A dream Where We’re so  close to Each other Close enough To hear Our restless  Heartbeats To smell Our souls To share The warmth To nudge Our aching hearts To alleviate Our excruciating pains To wipe out The diamond drops That roll down  From our eyes I keep on  Weaving  And weaving Until the  Reality slaps And I open  My eyes And find Myself Alone

Biplab Karak (vippik)

I don’t understand how a nation continues to hate us but copy our style we are unique , we are strong , we are who you wanna be but yet we have to fight for acknowledgment why why do y'all continue to copy us but not give us credit why do you hate us what did we do all we did was be proud of ourselves Nd embrace our cultures then y'all came along intimidated by the creativeness and strength of our people trying to control us in any aspect we might have conformed for some time BUT! we all rise fighting against your oppression we stand together , loving each other , embracing each other not letting you mfs come in between us I AM PROUD TO SAY I AM BLACK ! UNAPOLOGETICALLY NOTHING CAN STOP US FOR WE ARE TOO DETERMINED AND WE WILL CLAIM OUR RIGHTFUL POSITION AS RULERS WE WILL CONTINUE TO PROVE YOU WRONG WE WILL CONTINUE TO FIGHT! WE ARE FED UP! WE CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE STOP KILLING OUR PEOPLE IT IS NOT A REQUEST AT THIS POINT IT IS A DEMAND !

جب خواہشات مرجاتی ہیں تو بس سمجھوتے باقی رہ جاتے ہیں پھر ہم خوش ہوں یا اداس اس سےکوئی فرق نہیں پڑتا

(via esh-q)

I’ve become at odds with how mechanical life and it’s expectations may be. There is beauty in the tiny little things that make us human. I hate how prone to irritation we are. Why do we come from such a climate of high temperament. Life is not robotic. People are not machines. Mistakes are made. And really, that’s beautiful. Why would you want a fellow human being to be anything but a human being? We value each other’s emotions and one another’s nuances. We value realness. So why is that so easily compromised in the face of an honest error that an emotional being is capable of. I absolutely hate that we polarize one another and use terms to define eachother. Why do we need to lock others within the confines of a frame to better understand them. That’s one of the most shallow sentiments I could think of. Not a single person deserves to be defined by a moment of neglect. Because we’d hate for that to be done to us. We need to be more human and appreciate what makes others human or else we’re just automated and lifeless.

There's a thunderstorm in New York and the sound of rain soothes me. #rain #lovethesoundofrain

Seeing those who left, in a dream, is the most painful kind of meetings. رؤية الغائبين في الأحلام أشد أنواع اللقاء وجعا

(via nizariat)

Learn to remain silent, just like you learn to speak.

Abu Dhayyal, Fadl al-‘Ilm (p. 283)

جس کی سُن لو وہی فرشتہ ہے
نجانے انسان کہاں رہتے ہیں


There is so much pain and self-hatred in the stories of the hair of women of color.

You know that was really hard for me to say? I mean what are you trying to do scare me? Well congratulations!