divinity

[beejayway]

[atoll]

India’s skies

[untrustyou]

[azaadiart-blog]

love is the most beautiful form of worship. love connects us to the divine within ourselves and between each other. love calls for tears, wisely washing us whole again like the rain. love calls for light, giving way for new growth like the sun.

nayani thiyagarajah (via azaadiart)

[12pictures-blog-blog]

[dowries]

i can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. i am witness to flexible eternity, the evolving past, and know i will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.

joy harjo, secrets from the center of the world. (via dowries)

[dastaanewatan]

[wordsnquotes]

When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears… I think of the lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and of the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all those things at once. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness…

Albert Camus, A Happy Death  (via thoughtsforbees)

[wordsnquotes]

تسللی/tasalli

(noun/verb) An Urdu word, commonly used in Hindi (तसल्ली), which directly translates to consoler or to console. Although its meaning is literal, tasalli’s definition weighs more than the verb to console. The word tasalli is far more empathetic and understanding. It connotes feelings of peace, calmness and solace. It’s a further expression than consoling, it is a sanctuary, a safe place or a safe person. This is a rare occasion when a word reflects its suggested meaning. The aesthetic and pronunciation of tasalli reveal itself with a peaceful and comforting nature.  (via wordsnquotes)

[theijeoma-deactivated20180827]

so, here you are too foreign for home too foreign for here. never enough for both.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo, diaspora blues  (via kitab-e-ishq)

[honourhonour]

[2headedsnake]

Street Art by My Dog Sighs

Dulwich, London England

[femmebear]

“Despite how open, peaceful, and loving you attempt to be, people can only meet you as deeply as they’ve met themselves.”

[oboreruknife]

there was nothing wrong everything was wonderful

[lv0009]

it is so upsetting listening to so many males talk about all of the times they have gone on road trips alone and slept in their cars alone or on the side of the road, or travelled overseas alone and slept on the floor of strangers homes or in parks or at hostels, and they appear to have such freedom in that they are able to be alone in ways that females, unfortunately, cannot. and there is an ignorance surrounding this in that these boys never seem to comprehend just how fortunate they are that strange people and unfamiliar places and the dark of night are not their enemies but rather exciting, promising things.

[1or3]

“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…”

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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KANDAHAR, AFGHANISTAN. Father and son, both victims of land mines, reading. 

Photograph by Steve McCurry. 

[divaneee-deactivated20160604]

[miss-sara-bellum]

this makes my heart smile with joy