bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
anne carson come here. did you ever find out where you could put it down
It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over, Anne de Marcken
it is my birthday today. as a gift to me, tell someone you know about palestine, but don’t just tell them about our death. tell them about our life, the way we crowd around to flip the maqlooba, the insistence that someone else eats first, the tatreez we’ve woven into the fabric of our history, tell them about the soap from nablus, the oranges from yafa, the olive oil. tell them about our poetry, our art, our folksongs. tell them that we were, and still are, human beings who bore witness to the worst parts of humanity but searched for compassion anyway.
Jenny Holzer, “in a forest of words”, 1994
Saints of Little Faith, Megan Pinto
might as well
isn't it beautiful that in Islam the focus is on the intentions because when your actions get misunderstood by people Allah will reward you for your intentions.
I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times, Taylor Byas
donating my heavily annotated copy of house of leaves to the local library so that the person reading it gets a 5th layer of narrative to be confused by