Sunlight // Hozier

What she says: I'm fine.

What she means: Prince of Egypt was a masterpiece. From the skin tone accuracy to the significant facial structure differences, not to mention amazing soundtrack and beautiful animation. Honestly one of the most underrated Dreamworks films ever made, and I'll probably never get sick of watching it. The pacing is fantastic and all the color schemes and art direction is on point. The lighthearted elements never dilute the more serious portions of the story and yet you're never bored with the narrative for even a second.

Reading Khaled Hossieni’s books when I was younger makes you love and appreciate what Afghanistan was before the civil war and the rise of the Taliban. To see and hear what else is happening rn in Afghanistan is heartbreaking, because it feels even more personal when you know what Afghanistan was. That is the power of literature, it connects you to cultures and real lives across the world.

Please keep the people of Afghanistan in your thoughts, and share, share, share. Women and children (particularly girls) will be affected first. They will die. They will leave in a terror filled life, in an open prison. They will be raped, brutalized, forced into submission and executed for any little mistake. Don’t stay quiet. Don’t absolve the ones at fault.

Don’t be quiet about Afghanistan.

diversity win!!! the woman who melted your face with a kiss is bisexual!!!!!

They put men on the moon? Not very impressive. Bunnies have been up there since antiquity making delicious mochi for all.

happy international woman's day... girls... its time to start killing

in another universe, my window is open and im laying on my floor. i am 12 years old. nothing bad has happened to me.

screw dark academia i want whatever it was the greendale seven had going on

You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.

"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."

Iranian women share lunch after planting rice. 

Mazandaran Province. Near the village of Zirab. Iran, 2001.

A.Abbas