hey (with the intentions of)
The calm sighs that escape when no one is looking. The whispered prayers in crowded jams. The way you press your palms to your chest, steadying breath when the world feels too heavy. I honour the surrendering it takes to say, "I'm fine.” When you're anything but, and the courage it takes to cry-I do not know all the stories we women carry. But I know they run deep. I honour every one of them.
Aidi Basi
Hi we did it
If they miss you, they’ll call. If they want you, they’ll say it. If they care, they’ll show it. And if not, they aren’t worth your time.
Lessons Learned in Life (via thoughtkick)
“He headed for his study every morning like a worker off to the vineyards armed with great shears of imagination He wrote slowly, revised his poems time and again, guiding a line of rapture from thickets of dense prose”
— Adam Zagajewski, from “Charlie,” The New York Review (27 September 2018)
Being in a group chat with a bunch of mentally ill girls who suck at taking care of ourselves is really funny. We’ll constantly be giving each other advice like “hey you should probably eat something” “have you taken your meds today?” “if you’re not feeling well maybe you should get some sleep” and stuff like that and then none of us have the self awareness and self respect to take the advice we give each other until we we hear it from someone else
After getting over the initial shock and heartbreak of this tweet and this reply, it hit me that (and I don't know if this is a cultural thing here in the middle east or an Islamic one)
A child has to be named even if they're stillborn.
For a child to not be named, that means there's no one left to name them. They were killed along with their entire family.
I hoped I was wrong, but I checked the list of victims of Israeli attacks and found this:
Israel has ended 47 Palestinian bloodlines over the course of this genocide (or perhaps more), so you might think that this little detail isn't that important, but I don't think we should get used to cruelty of this proportion, no matter how consistently Israel commits it.
The number of victims isn't just a number. These are people with full lives and hopes and dreams.
It's enough of a disaster that these families were wiped out, but in murdering them, Israel didn't just deprive them of their lives, hopes, and dreams. It deprived them of even the dignity to name their children.
It continues to deprive the remaining Palestinians of their most basic human rights.
What did the Palestinians do to not deserve food or water or electricity?
What did their *newborns* do to not deserve lives or at the very least names?!
This is the most harrowing form of terrorism I can think of. The genocidal Israeli occupation is the most despicable terrorist organization the world has had the displeasure of knowing.
The whole world should be deeply ashamed that it's not only allowing such heinous war crimes to be committed, but in a lot of ways, it's enabling them.
I don't know how anyone can be neutral about this.
Stand with Palestine, stand against the occupation. Against genocide.
ربنا يتقبل الأطفال دول و أمهاتهم و عائلاتهم اللي الاحتلال قتلهم معاهم شهداء، و ينتقم من إسرائيل و أي حد بيمكّنهم أشد انتقام في الدنيا قبل الآخرة.
This world is filled with receivers
If the world ever decides to give you
Then give it back a little more
And if the world ever gives you less
Then never stop giving it back
Because the world has less of givers
Part VI
tightness around their eyes
pinched mouth
sour expression on their face
crossed arms
snorting angrily
turning their eyes upward
shaking their head
fast breathing
chest heaving
trembling of their hands
weak knees, giving in
tears flowing down their face uncontrollably
laughing while crying
not being able to stand still
tension leaving their body
shoulders dropping
standing still
opening mouth
slack jaw
not being able to speak correctly
slowed down breathing
wide eyes open
softening their gaze
staring unabashingly
vacant stare
looking down
turning their head away
cannot look at another person
putting their head into their hands
shaking their head
blushing
looking down
nervous smile
sharp intake of breath
quickening of breath
blinking rapidly
breaking eye contact
trying to busy their hands
playing with their hair
fidgeting with their fingers
opening mouth without speaking
Part I + Part II + Part III
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