I'm Not a Herb

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Closer contact with the famous cat in a Beirut art gallery

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Piercing advice

So I decided I’m going to get a piercing even after my dad threatened to kick me out if I do so; however, before I go into the frenzy I need some advice about nose ring piercings.

The thing is, one side of my nose is larger than the other (the ala is larger on my left side). I don't want to make this even more obvious, so I'm wondering whether a nose piercing would make one side seem bigger or smaller. Should I get it on the smaller side (right) or the bigger side (left) ? 

Thanks in advance yo

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Urban skies

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Beirut - Lebanon

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Mediterranean Sunset

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Fishermen in Ramleh El Bayda, Beirut

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Jounieh, Lebanon

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Lesbanese Documentary

Le[s]banese is a one-of-a-kind documentary exploring the lives of lesbians in Lebanon. Who are they, where do they hang out, what do they wear, and most importantly,…

Le[s]banese:

I have to share this because it is very important for our community to go back to our roots and know where we come from. We see their struggles and views and the sharp contrast and change 10 years can have. Chapeaux bas to Alissar Gazal and everyone who made this documentary possible.

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After attempting to study one page

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"Beirut is a city that stimulates all your senses, where you rarely feel the neutral. It is a city of extremes. One moment you'd be passing by such aesthetically pleasing, awe-striking houses from distinct architectural styles, and the next you could see a giant bullet-ridden concrete block trying to pass for a house. It truly is a city of wonders...." - About walking in Beirut

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“ I wish you'd stay I wish I could have you forever If it weren't for the distance I guess things would have been okay Knowing that I can't keep you, never. Drills me with torture everyday Looking at your pictures makes it all fade. But maybe we were meant to be Someday, somewhere, maybe. But maybe we couldn't let things go But this isn't the way to be moving on I wish I could have sung you this song. But maybe when you and me are home. I could have held you from it all along I just couldn't let my feelings stay alone And there I be With your memory haunting me Even if we never met or never will meet. Everyday you made me believe That my feelings are finally free But maybe we were meant to be Someday, somewhere, maybe. But maybe we couldn't let things go But this isn't the way to be moving on I wish I could have sung you this song. But maybe when you and me are home. I'm not so heartbroken anymore I've closed all my doors and a thousand wall There you so far but I've never felt to close I'm just a beating heart with flesh and bones I'm not fallen, I'm going on For you can't break something that's long gone. But maybe someday, somewhere, I believe, our dreams shall meet. “

- A. S.

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Fight Rape. 

-Hamra, Beirut

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Sunset

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 Cacerolazo :

A popular form of protest unique to Venezuela and other Latin American countries in which participants bang their pots, pans, and other utensils (cacerolas) to produce noise that echoes their feelings of dissent and objection.

As a child, I was tantalized by the cacophony of noises and I was always willing to participate no matter what they were protesting against.

(Picture taken in Maracaibo, Venezuela)

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