His Lips.

― Ada Limón, Sharks in the Rivers

[text ID: … dearest, can you / tell, I am trying / to love you less.]

Richard Jackson, from “Nausicaa’s Secret”

green in kristen sims’ paintings

A thread on Olive And Palestine And Hope. 🇵🇸

mahmoud darwish / sharif s. elmusa, “flawed landscape” / fredrika bremer / naomi shihab nye, “different ways to pray” /Olive    -   Kostas Papanikolaou , 1991. / mahmoud darwish, “the second olive tree” /

Olive Trees with Yellow Sky and Sun, Vincent van Gogh. /

miftah, olive trees – more than just a tree in palestine / @imransuleiman - palestinian lady collects gas bombs fired by israeli army. she grows flowers in these bombs. /miftah, olive trees – more than just a tree in palestine

Do ya have any rec for an angsty ziall fic?

Sure thing! I’ll gather as many as I can remember.

Watching You All Night

Future Full of Unwritten Things (THIS WAS AN EMOTIONAL TRIP..)

If We Could Only Rewind (peyton kills me.)

The Awful Edges Where You End and I Begin

Always You (The Best Part of Me)

Naive Melody (NAIVE MELODY!!!!)

I Could Be Your Home

In Other Words, Please Be True

Nicest Thing (classic, tbh.)

This is a lot I just kinda tried to throw in everything that’s ever caused me pain, um. These also might not even be that angsty?? And these probably have all happy endings because I’m a huge sucker for them. I hope this is alright, anon!

“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

i'm so jealous of people with such expansive and sophisticated vocabulary like for the love of god please stop using words i've never even heard of

i need these in my closet asap. (part two)

hot girl goes to the cinema alone fit for anon