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zoeghertner: @sunitamani the lovely, the only, the hilarious. See her later next month starring in @glownetflix

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Henri Rousseau. Indian Fighting a Jaguar. 1910.

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Michaela Coel

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my cat joined my dad and my dog on their morning walk

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those meows: “wait for me, wait for me!”

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@larkspurandpeony

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Literally every diaspora kid ever: “I was caught between two worlds; unaccepted in each. I was a foreigner wherever I went, only partially belonging to any land or people. The monsoon rains shed the tears that I cannot. I bite into my mango, letting the juice drip down my chin. The sticky sweetness of it clinging to me like my grief. I am a wanderer, belonging nowhere and everywhere. I blast the latest Coldplay, wondering what will become of me and the dissonance I was born into”

me and @rifles

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intimacy is never purely physical. it’s about going through the boring stuff with a person. the ‘how was your day’’s, the ‘oh, i have a dentist appointment tomorrow’’s, the ‘how did your exam go’’s. it’s all part of knowing a person inside out. the monotony of hearing about someone’s routine is extremely important, because you then become a part of that routine by asking them about it.

Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

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Ruth Negga for AnOther Magazine

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“All I knew about Cuba was that people drove old American cars and that Ché Guevara was tied with Bob Marley as most popular poster in dorm rooms. Then my friend Erin invited me on a 2-week trip to Havana. The first thing I noticed in Havana was that the city was dark at night. There were no streetlights, porch lights or living-room lamps. It was pitch black except for the faint colorful glow spilling out of open doors everywhere, and it came from the TVs. The light captivated me. For the next two weeks I wandered around, slipping in and out of strangers’ living rooms. Each time I came across an open door and a working TV set, I would ask if I could take a picture. The answer was always yes. Nobody seemed to think it was an odd request and it was usually accompanied by a Cuban coffee or rum.”

Simone Lueck