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@kari-kukri
Wanna know what love is?
Love is crying with laughter as your mom yells at you, cause hey at least she’s talking to you now.
Love is being silent when your brother cries out to you in need, because to answer is to enable him.
Love is turning away when all you want to do is bend down and kiss the the woman who the winds sing to you about, that the sun shines in honor of, and the moon is a pale reflection of her beauty ,because to do that is to betray your faith, your morals and your Lord.
Love is leaving the land that is in your bones, that caressed you as a child, that kissed you as you played and took the sickness from your blood to keep you safe, only to follow the path that might allow you to carry the burdens of the world, your world, your loved ones.
Thats what love is. Self restraint. Duty. Sacrifice.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
caprisun is literally the COOLEST thing you could possibly ever consume if you ever go to a party and ppl are pressuring you to drink or s/t just whip out a caprisun and be like “naw…i got my caprisun pouch” and theyll be like “dam…theyve got their caprisun pouch”
This poem broke my heart
What’s this from?
Its from Hispanic, female and young: an anthology. I highly recommended.
Child carrying goat, photographed by Sutipond Somnam
i dream about children so often, it frightens me
But what do you do when neither art, nor writing, nor speaking, nor screaming, nor moving, nor living is enough to say what you need to say? To show what you see? To echo what you hear?
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
Ernest Hemingway
A Farewell to Arms
caprisun is literally the COOLEST thing you could possibly ever consume if you ever go to a party and ppl are pressuring you to drink or s/t just whip out a caprisun and be like “naw…i got my caprisun pouch” and theyll be like “dam…theyve got their caprisun pouch”
This photograph was taken during the first Intifada (1987-1993), it shows a Palestinian boy shot in the heart by Israeli occupation forces. Most of the Palestinians killed during the Intifada were either shot in the heart or the head. via Younes Arar.