[boutsofmetaphors]

Every time I think of getting lost, I fear the most that you won't even find me. That you won't ever notice that I was, and now I'm gone. This fear shakes me from within that even if I fade away like the sunset, you will never know that you missed it.

~M.//

[uroko]

Rainy day in Kyoto

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[vangoghcore]

by roozengaarden

[xanaxfarts]

Arches National Park, Utah photo: Elliot McGucken

[codydrawin]

Freakin looking at me

[boutsofmetaphors]

Godddddddddd

[thememedaddy]

[boutsofmetaphors]

ना नमाज आती है मुझ को ना वुजू आता है

सजदा कर लेता हूं जब सामने तू आता है//

[longreads]

When the world shifts, so must our words.

What if the key to understanding ourselves lies in the spaces between things—between words, between waves, between worlds?

In her new book, My Oceans: Essays of Water, Whales, and Women, Christina Rivera explores nature, the sea of language, different types of intelligence, and the power of naming the ineffable:

Though this Anthropocene dictionary is online and exists in no paper, printed, or otherwise material form, I was so strangely thrilled that I created one for myself. I printed out each word onto a notecard and stacked them on my desk. Their physical existence brings me joy, this naming of things I have felt for a lifetime, but which had no official recognition. Words like:

Neopangea, neo-­pan-­jee–­uh: A hypothetical way of thinking the world is no longer geographically separated.

Kincara, kin-­car-­uh: A person of any gender who plays a loving, maternal role in raising children they have not physically birthed.

Shadowtime, shad-­ow-­time: The notion of a time scale in which the near future will be drastically different from the present.

Read “Quieseeds,” our exclusive excerpt from Christina’s book, on Longreads. The book is available on March 15 through Northwestern University Press.

[boutsofmetaphors]

Call me Jaun Elia because—

Hazar baar hui usse guftagu,

Hazar baar koi baat reh gayi.//

[catchymemes]

[zeenatsayss]

In English we say "I can't make eye contact". But in Urdu, we say:

"Unki nazron ka rukh aaj meri taraf hai,

Aaj meri palkon ne uthne se inkaar kar diya hai".

[boutsofmetaphors]

31.12.24

When you are mad at your mother, the whole world and everything in it seems to be getting on your nerves.

It's even worse when you are mad at her and she is dead.

But if you ask me what the worst is, I would say it is when you are mad at her and she is dead to you.

~M.//

[flowerytale]

Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849

[thememedaddy]

[mournfulroses]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Emily Dickinson

[seraphinesaintclair]

Emily Dickinson, “Ghosts.”

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ہم مٹی سے تخلیق ہوئے لوگ، پھر ہم میں پھول کیوں نہیں کھلتے

Hum mitti se takhleeq hue log, phir hum me phool kyun nahi khilte.