فَأَيْنَ تَذْهَبُونَ

Where, then, are you going?

[igotsanshine]

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[igotsanshine]

Sometimes When I close my eyes Tune out the noise And cease to think I feel your presence Take control of me The ghost of us Reminds me that bliss exists in this life We had youth for sunlight And a wildflower garden of possibilities We sailed to the winds of innocence Into the expiration date over the horizon You drained me Before the world destroyed me You will never know That the girl you once held That the girl you almost knew That the girl that you let go Is yours You don't know the woman Who once dominated your thoughts You don't know how the world scarred her You haven't seen her at rock bottom You haven't seen her on top of the world You haven't experienced her as her rawest self you are a stranger But somehow You are in her And somehow When she loses control of herself You manage to take over

[socialuprooting-deactivated2016]

Westerners are fond of the saying ‘Life isn’t fair.’ Then, they end in snide triumphant: ‘So get used to it!’ What a cruel, sadistic notion to revel in! What a terrible, patriarchal response to a child’s budding sense of ethics. Announce to an Iroquois, ‘Life isn’t fair,’ and her response will be: ‘Then make it fair!’ This is the matriarchal approach to learning.

Barbara Alice Mann, Iroquois woman (via socialuprooting)

[igotsanshine]

Does anyone else feel distant from their body? I'm in this entity that does stuff and goes through life. This entity is playing a role it was given. And my job is to just exist in the body that's in the role. The more I learn about medicine, the less in control of myself I feel. The more I read literature, the more I'm confused. And uncomfortable. But more than anything, I feel distant and alone. The world is happening around me and I've stopped feeling it. Responsibility and obligation piles and piles. This world isn't meant to be free. In this world, I'm very constricted. And I fear I've hit a rut even though it's the most exciting part. I'm getting married in less than a year and am so close to getting into med school. I'm living with my best friend and doing really cool sophisticated research. But there's an emptiness in the action. I guess I miss emotion. I think about the past 21 years of my life and I'm happy with how they turned out. I've had amazing experiences and met awesome people and it's had its fair share of drama and excitement and I like the character I became. But I don't feel like her anymore. I feel like my life is complete and I'm content. I don't want to continue this next phase. Above all, I guess I'm scared. I don't know

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966 (via noorshirazie)

[garrettauthor]

WHOOMP THERE IT IS

[smartassjen]

😘

[fomysquad]

Few cases typify everything that is wrong with gun rights, police brutality and racial profiling like this one.

Early Tuesday in Indianapolis, an African-American woman was being carjacked in front of her home in her working class neighborhood. She ran back in the house, told her husband, who is also black, and they called the police to report the robbery. That seemed to be the right and safe thing to do.

As the police pulled up, the husband, who was later identified as 48-year-old Carl Williams, opened the garage to their home and was immediately shot in the gut by police.

Whatever the case, the violent encounter should help illuminate the very real fears so many black families have when calling the police. This family needed help. They wanted to report a crime in their neighborhood. The husband wanted to protect his wife. These are all very basic rights we have, but day after day we see that gun rights don’t really apply equally to African-Americans.

source

how much worse will this shit get? Never, ever, ever call the police. They aren’t on anyone’s side but their own. 

Would this ever happen to a white person?

#BlackLivesMatter #PoliceBrutality 

#StayWoke

[rebeleden]

STOP KKKILLER KKKOPS!!!!!!!

[queen-of-the-crossroads-at-221b]

What the actual fuck

[kravemychocolatekurves]

They actually think ice cream socials are gonna help us trust them. Serve and protect my ass😒

[ironlion919-the-lone-vvoolf]

😤

[beyoncelovr]

Beyoncé, VMA’s 2016

[keywrites]

As women we are often far too comfortable in our unhappiness, we have made ourselves experts in fashioning lives out of grief, we consume our own pain and convince ourselves that it is nourishing. I watch the women in my family teach themselves how to breathe in their own sorrow, I watch them believe it sustains them. I see the way that the roots of neglect can creep out of a woman and make her a tree. The way that soon her pain becomes an addiction. Last night I felt my lungs begin a new dance in the deep parts of my chest, the rhythm of my heart grew sharp jagged edges, I felt the room harden itself around me, and at my seam lines little roots appeared to grow.

Key Ballah (via keywrites)

[wordsnquotes]

We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.

Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human (via wordsnquotes)

[igotsanshine]

This is my moon song My late at night pining My attempt at some substance My intrasoul mining My indie appraisal My artistic endeavor My measure of depth My venture to be her So tell me now Luna So bright and so pure Give me your answers To what, I'm not sure "I'm here" her breath rustled I soon became frantic A tête–à–tête with the moon Am I now a romantic? "So romance and fellas That's what you want to discuss?" I've got one that I'm marrying I left one in the dust The latter is a memory That fades more everyday The former is my future My partner, my bae There's not much more to it No fantasies or dreams The jewelry is diamond The dress will be cream "What is it then That you call on me for?" I'm lost and I'm drowning Can you guide me to shore? The weight of my secrets It caused me to sink I'm protecting myself from What others will think I play different characters Some more likable than the rest But I'm unable to answer Which one I like best I do what I'm told And I live in regret I aspire and plan And I strive to forget I've got ideas and visions Of what I can be But each time I try swimming Im held captive by the sea One stroke forward And a tide pulling me behind I'm sailing to nowhere I'm lost in my mind Give me magic and sparkles A heart coated with gold Make me deep and artistic And confident and bold "I get it", she interrupts me As my moon-kissed skin glows "You feel insufficient You think you're a faux" "I get noticed solely when It's darkness I'm in But once every month It still manages to win" "The stars, they are brighter They're the top tier The only reason you see me Is because I am near" You have value, I tell her Though I know it's a lie She catches my bullshit "We're the same, you and I" "We take what we're given And reflect and refract But shining allows others to see all our cracks" "Without the sun emanating all of her light We'd be insignificant We'd be out of sight" "Hold tightly your secrets And bear bruises like I Let your angst and your torture Be mistaken for shy" "I'm of no more use to you I just cause your tides If it's direction you seek The lighthouse is your guide"

[igotsanshine]

Some days my life feels like the beginning of a movie That part when everything is too good to be true When something bad is bound to happen Other days feel like the part where the protagonist is lost and alone The part that shows day after day blurring together When viewers are just waiting for the moment things change for the better Some days I want to fade into the background Be an extra A stranger in a coffee shop A passerby on the street An onlooker of the crime scene Other days I want to be that strong female lead Who sings to the moon each night Who fights her way through her quest Who's intimidating but cute At peace but confused But who is my audience? Who watches my Adventures and romances Tragedies and comedies Dramas and sitcoms I can't watch long shows anymore because I get bored I'm bored This show should've ended last season Ended at its peak I don't want to watch it anymore I'm tired

[swagintherain]

‘cause nobody gives a shit about Black lives

[eearth-deactivated20180601]

JUNE 01, 2016 -

 “Up to a thousand refugees are feared to have drowned in recent days while trying to cross the Mediterranean Sea. The United Nations say this marks one of the highest weekly death tolls since the migrant crisis began in 2014.UNICEF says many of the victims were youth fleeing war and violence in their home countries. 

The majority of the refugees were from Eritrea, Nigeria, Somalia and South Sudan.”

http://www.democracynow.org/2016/6/1/as_1_000_migrants_drown_under

[igotsanshine]

Waiting for something new, something right Weighting duty over my pain, over my spite Wading in this sea of frustration, sea of fright

[igotsanshine]

I’m in a mentoring program that works with high school kids who’ve gotten in trouble with the law. Today, my mentee told me about a friend of hers who just got out of jail. “I like it better when he’s in jail” she told me. “That way I don’t have to worry about him getting shot”.

She’s a freshman in high school. Something isn’t right.

[igotsanshine]

I think the most radical thing about lemonade is that it brings out a concept we’ve worked so hard to suppress. It challenges the idea of just enduring as a woman. It’s terrifying to think that there might be something else for us in this life. I don’t know that it is telling us to fight for our agency. I think it’s just a woman who’s frustrated, like the rest of us. A woman who’s tired of hiding that frustration and wants to be understood, like the rest of us

[jeenay]

People who read nonfiction want to dispense knowledge. Even if they don’t mean to, it comes across in their writing. They know everything about Siachen, they know everything about psychology, they want to tell you why Syria is happening. They’re constantly trying to find a solution to things. Fiction readers, on the other hand—and I’m one of them—don’t have this compulsion. They don’t have an arrogance which leads them to display their knowledge. Because often there isn’t any knowledge that you acquired. What fiction does is bring you closer to the essence of truth, as opposed to simply giving you the truth. And there’s no knowing truth. Truth seekers are all charlatans. You can only feel the truth of something. Blake, for example, had a sense of heaven and hell. But he never really tried to postulate what they were.

Ratik Asokan interviews Sarnath Banerjee. via @sabahelnoor (via mastaana)