You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from...– Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close)
Avoid excess and vain, useless speech inshaAllah. They really are anesthetics,...– (via dreamdrifter)
indecent fool one-oh-one
No really, boys, I know that those words that you sprinkled on are just an odd placement of gaining attention. You did get my attention, like a bad joke. the kind that people start to move their seats away from you because you’ve just chastised their coolness comfort level. It was supposed to be a professional (or semi, whichever you prefer) move, I didn’t ask for your email just so we...
I never really understood the word ‘loneliness’. As far as I was concerned, I...– Björk (via oceanofmind)
hijabonmyhead: The film, hijabi girls examines the lives of three Muslim-American teenage girls in America today who wear the hijab (head scarf). At a time when political Islam continues to dominate public discourse, the girls explain their reasoning behind the decision to wear the hijab and the reaction of their peers. Despite their scarves, the girls look, sound and think very much like other...
The Velvet Teen’s Penicillin (It...
When you are around young people who have ambition and taste, and who long to...– via The Awl (via somethingchanged)
unable to burst free were never the metal birds scratching on the window-...
A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in...– Albert Einstein (via aplacecalledfreedom)
where does my arm wrestle for ghosts?
where does my arm wrestle for ghosts? in my bedroom, we are drinking to forget: but you find them misting us greatly, and we are not of their posters; we are the only miss in their space- does their bed move into the ocean? not further, for harmoniously they all curl underneath together they are sleeping, until it is our bedtime- but our beds change sheets as often as we disappear from ourselves....
the moon was a backyard by Anis Mojgani
we were hands making fists around fistfuls of black hair fistfuls so thick they were bushels hair so black the night looked small and hands clinched so tightly that God Himself could see we all were scared and blind and little