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“It’s like you're every person I need wrapped into one little body.”

[microsoftsaint]

what happened to old zealand

[nizariat]

لم أحرص يوما على إخفاء أطباعي السيئة

وإظهار محاسني أبداً، في الحقيقة لا تقلقني

فكرة أن يساء الظن بي. فأنا أحرص أن أكون

كما أنا، بكامل عفويتي، لست أبحث عن

الود ولا تقلقني كراهية أحد.

Never have I tried to hide my bad nature

And show a better one. In fact, it doesn’t bother me,

The idea that people could misjudge me. I make sure to be me

Spontaneous. I am not looking for

Friendliness and people’s hatred doesn’t bother me.

[giggle]

beekeeper:*keeps bees*

bees:*is keep*

[wallflowerbloom]

[bookmania]

Poetry is life ☘

[middleeasternpoetry]

Oh darling what are we to do in this nation? This nation that dares not see its body in the mirror for fear of craving it? That dares not hear a woman’s voice on the phone for fear of being too impure to pray? What are we to do in this nation that knows all there is to know of the October Revolution, of the Zanj slaves who rose against the Caliph master of the Karmathians, who stood against the Caliph’s armies - and still keeps talking down to women like some Sheikh? What are we do in this nation [that lingers] between the works of Imam Ash-Shafi’i and the works of Lenin… between Qur'anic exegesis and Playboy magazines… between Mu'tazilism and the music of The Beatles? - Nizar Qabbani

[i-arabic]

‏ كل ورده تنقطف لك، فازت بحسن الخاتمه

[oofpoetry]

“In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase “ya’aburnee” Translated “you bury me” - It means “I love you so much, I’d sooner die than bury you” It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war; In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death’s name”

— George Abraham, from “Untitled”

[cloak-of-love]

“I am no teacher To teach you how to love, For the fish need no teacher To teach them to swim. And birds need no teacher To teach them flight. Swim on your own. Fly on your own. Love comes with no textbooks And the greatest lovers in history were illiterate.”

— Nizar Qabbani

[cloak-of-love]

I loved you like you were the last one to love me on the face of the Earth, and you tortured me like I was the last of your enemies on the face of the Earth

[darwishism]

بَعدَ مُنتَصفِ اللّيل، أَشرَقَتِ الشّمسُ في دمِنا After midnight, the sun rose in our blood

[arabishee]

Shall we start now? Will you open up your heart for me?

[jiteshkhanna]

[succubarbie-deactivated20190205]

i miss the era where rapist and pedophile men were rounded up and slaughtered at a festival in honor of the goddess artemis, protector of girls

[jacksondiesattheend]

Let’s bring that back. How do we do that?

[succubarbie-deactivated20190205]

by rounding up all the rapist and pedophile men and slaughtering them at festivals in honor of the goddess artemis, protector of girls

[samirah-the-valkyrie]

All in favor reblog to round up all the rapists and pedophile men and slaughtering them at festivals in honour of the goddess Artemis,protector of girls

[cloak-of-love]

“I am no teacher To teach you how to love, For the fish need no teacher To teach them to swim. And birds need no teacher To teach them flight. Swim on your own. Fly on your own. Love comes with no textbooks And the greatest lovers in history were illiterate.”

— Nizar Qabbani

[streamksoossoloalbum]

“I am an anxious person. I want to know the future before I act. It feels like a need. Is desire a synonym for need or for want? Want is need-Lite. Sometimes I’m afraid to say I need something, so I say I want it instead. This makes it feel optional. If I want-want-want, I won’t appear needy.”

— Amanda Miska, from “Altschmerz,” published in Bedfellows

[kittenluna]

181210 Onew Oppa “Your Scent” ❄

[wanderluswt]