"you Will Burn And You Will Burn Out; You Will Be Healed And Come Back Again." - Fyodor Dostoevsky

rare books at the university of toronto

ig: notes.and.teacupstains

my heart bleeds everyday for the afghan girls and women. they are housebound and have to cover themselves up from top to bottom because they have to "avoid temptation or seduction". they are not allowed to speak in public or appear in public because it is deemed "too intimate." the women can’t look at men. suicide rates have skyrocketed because women and girls would rather be dead than to be a women in afghanistan. it’s not a sin to be a women.

women and girls are denied access to healthcare because they cannot be treated by male doctors, yet they are also barred from education and, therefore, cannot become doctors themselves. shops in afghanistan are even forced to cover up female mannequins. little girls live in fear of becoming child brides, but they dream of being poets, they would kill to get education.

a woman was disqualified from the olympics because she spread the message "free afghan women" at her breakdance performance. there must always be a relative male by their side like women were dogs being treated by their owner, except dogs have more rights than the women suffering.

we must raise awareness, do not look away. these women deserve the opportunities and the human rights that EVERY person does. they are talented, creative and intelligent but men are so scared. scared of women. the taliban tries to erase women. i’m sick. remember: it’s not islam or "just their culture", it is the radical government that feels threatened by women. do not look away.

mutuals

𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔫'𝔰 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥

possible career paths going into 2025:

1. mysterious cult leader

2. reclusive artist who only paints in shades of gray

3. heiress who marries for scandal, not love

4. professional mourner (for versions of myself that never grew)

5. mythical figure seen only in blurry photos

6. long-lost twin showing up unannounced at family reunions

7. memory hoarder

what’s the difference between a piano, a tuna, and a pot of glue?

i'm trying, i'm trying, i'm trying