The Days Just Blend Into Each Other Like A Watercolour Painting...

One time the councillor in my school gave out to me and started crying because I kept laughing about the time I was almost sexually assaulted by my (arsehole sonovabitch) cousin (who was twice my age) when I was 7.... and when I kept joking about the fact that I went on a “nice” trip abroad for a year when I was 16 and ended up in a war zone and nearly died...I think she needs therapy from the sh!t I told her ToT she wasn’t prepared

i can be at my lowest point and ima still be laughing at something

@keuhkopussirotta / fleabag / jamie anderson / holly warburton / richard siken / mitski / aracelis girmay by @heavensghost / philip pullman

Anna Kamienska, from a journal entry featured in “A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook,” (x)

I dint understand why some people get so upset about girls having body hair? Like we’re human too thank you...

body hair appreciation post

Sometimes I feel like my world is not falling apart for a moment.

Sometimes when we’re thrust into a tragic situation in the face of cruelty, it seeps into our flesh and gnaws on our bones, causing the kindred spirit to wear away bit by bit, without a sprinkle of our knowledge. It then manifests in a moment of insecurity, like one was possessed. Therefore dear ones, we must kinder our spirits through all times. For, life is full of challenges and we must brave the winds and overcome them as we journey alongside it.

Ada Limón, “To Be Made Whole”, On Being with Krista Tippett

May your bookshelves be full and your tea always warm.

Arabic poetry on top>>

— Mahmoud Darwish, Mural