@dispirits - Tumblr Blog

after over 4 years, i'm leaving this blog! i have so many new weirdos following me here and it's starting to get really, really weird. i need somewhere where i can just write about my life and personal stuff and i can't do that on this blog. i no longer feel comfortable posting selfies or just writing about my everyday life on this blog. i've met so many awesome people and learnt so much through this tumblr so thank you all for that!

i'm not gonna delete this blog though, just gonna leave it here for now and delete later.

i have a new blog and i'll follow the people i want. if we FOLLOW and/or talk to each other then message me if u want the new url :)

#bye bye :-)

owning-my-truth-deactivated2022

We live in a world where we so often quote figures of the number of the dead in Iraq and Afghanistan and Congo, until they become just that—figures. Each time I read these news articles, I find myself thinking, “What do they dream about in Congo?” “How do they fall in love in Afghanistan?” “How do they resolve family quarrels in Iraq?” “What do they like to eat?” Of course we must know about the dead and the dying. And of course these figures and facts are essential. But they must, they should coexist with human stories. We should know how people die, but we should also know how they live.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Commonwealth Lecture 2012

On the tremendous importance of human stories and not just “facts.” Adichie is incredible.

(via blackinasia)