100 tales

[bateinn]

bell hooks said "love is profoundly political. our deepest revolution will come when we understand this truth. only love can give us the strength to go forward in the midst of heartbreak and misery. only love can give us the power to reconcile, to redeem, the power to renew weary spirits and save lost souls. the transformative power of love is the foundation of all meaningful social change. without love our lives are without meaning. love is the heart of the matter. when all else has fallen away, love sustains"

[serratedpens]

Shannon Pratson, "Still Life with Sky, Coffee, Tulips, Anna Karenina, and God"

[metamorphesque]

The relation between nature and human being: Agnieszka Lepka

[metamorphesque]

The relation between nature and human being: Agnieszka Lepka

[tanyushenka]

Beirut, Lebanon, May, 1965

[tanyushenka]

Two old men hand in hand rush for taking place for prayer time in the Yeni Cami mosque in Istanbul. Photographer: Marco Vacca

[and-fishing-equipment]

you need to do a little dance in the kitchen. it is vitally important for your health that you do a little dance in the kitchen. you understand

[thoughtkick]

“You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.”

— Iyanla Vanzant

[frannyglasses]

here is frank o’hara reading his beloved poem “having a coke with you” <3

[sivavakkiyar]

Faiz In Beirut, by Sumayya Kassamali

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “When My Friend Is Low, We Walk by the River”, Instructions for Traveling West

[gael-garcia]

The Time That Remains (2009), dir. Elia Suleiman

[gael-garcia]

Cyber Palestine (1999), a short film by Elia Suleiman

[metamorphesque]

The relation between nature and human being: Agnieszka Lepka

[sacredwhores]

Jafar Panahi - Offside (2006)

[communicants]

Taxi (Jafar Panahi, 2015)

[avainblue]

would you like to be old friends? maybe meet again in a decade or so? stumble into the same corner of the world by happy, human accident? look at me like you know me? like all the love we had was just on stand by, waiting to be fallen back into, waiting for permission to wake up, like the dormant volcano we are? pick each other back up again like a well loved, well forgotten book? would you like to be old friends? would you like to remember me a little?