The First Time We Talked It Was Like I Had Suddenly Found The Piece Of Me That Was Missing.

unfolding into another spring

mahmood darwish, sylvia plath, v.e. schwab, ana mendieta

buy me a coffee

yo bro, who got you smiling like that?

me:

-Aaron Blackford

rina sawayama for her new album Hold the Girl releasing September 2nd👑😌

been listening to this nonstop since lastnight. 

when u scratch a cat’s chin and they lift their head up reblog if u agree

해가 뜨기 전 새벽이 가장 어두우니까 먼 훗날에 넌 지금의 널 절대로 잊지 마 지금 니가 어디 서 있든 잠시 쉬어가는 것일 뿐 포기하지 마 알잖아.

Because the dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest Even in the far future, never forget the you of right now Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break Don’t give up, you know.

creating myself

a love that feels like the sun in your chest

“They call us now, before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and says in perfect Arabic “This is David.” And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass-shattering symphonies still smashing around in my head I think, ‘Do I know any Davids in Gaza?’ They call us now to say Run. You have 58 seconds from the end of this message. Your house is next. They think of it as some kind of war-time courtesy. It doesn’t matter that there is nowhere to run to. It means nothing that the borders are closed and your papers are worthless and mark you only for a life sentence in this prison by the sea and the alleyways are narrow and there are more human lives packed one against the other than any other place on earth Just run. We aren’t trying to kill you. It doesn’t matter that you can’t call us back to tell us the people we claim to want aren’t in your house that there’s no one here except you and your children who were cheering for Argentina sharing the last loaf of bread for this week counting candles left in case the power goes out. It doesn’t matter that you have children. You live in the wrong place and now is your chance to run to nowhere. It doesn’t matter that 58 seconds isn’t long enough to find your wedding album or your son’s favorite blanket or your daughter’s almost completed college application or your shoes or to gather everyone in the house. It doesn’t matter what you had planned. It doesn’t matter who you are. Prove you’re human. Prove you stand on two legs. Run.”

— Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, Running Orders

Saeed Jones, How We Fight for Our Lives