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I was just a virgin, a baby. (archive of 18 y/o Kenya) Other Blogs: Fuck Yeah Black Pin-ups (and other pin-ups of color)  beautiful individuals

[thingsworthsaving]

"This undoneness is related to what some Buddhists call 'the trick of choicelessness.' Most religions have something of this trick embedded within them–a sense that, once you've glimpsed or opened to grace, or radical honesty or the noble path or God's will or basic sanity, or what have you, the choice has already been made. You can turn away, but you can no longer fool yourself; even in relapse or misdeed, you will be haunted by the call you once heard."

-Maggie Nelson, from On Freedom: Four Songs of Care and Constraint

[principleofplenitude]

“That’s the main thing. As long as you’re wanting to be thinner, smarter, more enlightened, less uptight, or whatever it might be, somehow you’re always going to be approaching your problem with the very same logic that created it to begin with: you’re not good enough. That’s why the habitual pattern never unwinds itself when you’re trying to improve, because you go about it in exactly the same habitual style that caused all the pain to start. There’s a life-affirming teaching in Buddhism, which is that Buddha, which means “awake,” is not someone you worship. Buddha is not someone you aspire to; Buddha is not somebody who was born more than two thousand years ago and was smarter than you’ll ever be. Buddha is our inherent nature— our buddha nature—and what that means is that if you’re going to grow up fully, the way that it happens is that you begin to connect with the intelligence that you already have. It’s not like some intelligence that’s going to be transplanted into you. If you’re going to be fully mature, you will no longer be imprisoned in the childhood feeling that you always need to protect yourself or shield yourself because things are too harsh. If you’re going to be a grown-up—which I would define as being completely at home in your world no matter how difficult the situation—it’s because you will allow something that’s already in you to be nurtured. You allow it to grow, you allow it to come out, instead of all the time shielding it and protecting it and keeping it buried.”

— Pema Chodron, from Start Where You Are

[feral-ballad]

Sa‘id ‘Aql, tr. by Matthew Sorenson and Naomi Shihab Nye, from Modern Arabic Poetry: an anthology; “More beautiful than your eyes”

[kushanna]

He's probably the one with all the answers. It'll probably take a little longer for them to take form, though.

Tekkonkinkreet | 鉄コン筋クリート

Taiyo Matsumoto.

[garadinervi]

South Africa – The Black Consciousness Movement, n.p., n.d. (pdf here) [The Freedom Archives, Berkeley, CA]

[fuckyeahwomenfilmdirectors]

Neptune Frost dir. Anisia Uzeyman & Saul Williams (2021) 

In an otherworldly e-waste dump camp, a subversive hacking collective attempts a takeover of the authoritarian regime exploiting the region’s natural resources — and its people. 

[sexandmanhattan]

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[7amaspayrollmanager]

"The House of the Exotics always stocked a Suli girl – was known as the lynx. Clients didn’t come looking for the girls themselves, just brown Suli skin, the fire of Kaelish hair, the tilt of golden Shu eyes" - Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

- Suheir Hammad

- Edward Said, Orientalism

- Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston, Farewell to Manzanar

[feral-ballad]

Suheir Hammad, Edited by Nathalie Handal, from The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology; “Of woman torn”

[deepspacelove]

“The art of spiritual growth has to do with how quickly you recognize attachments and how quickly you can release them. If you can admit that you can’t see or hear clearly because of attachment, then the full wisdom of things will begin to shine through. As long as you have some desire of how you think it ought to be, you can’t hear how it is.”

— Ram Dass

[ruched]

Jocie Juritz

Cat boots

[seekingstars]

Amiri Baraka - In the Funk World

[lilllium]

—Mahmoud Darwish, from In the Presence Of Absence

[feral-ballad]

Nujoum Al-Ghanim, tr. by Clarissa Burt, from The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology; "Sand in flames"

[firstfullmoon]

Let there be no love poems written Until love can exist freely and Cleanly. Let Black people understand That they are the lovers and the sons Of warriors and sons Of warriors Are poems & poets & All the loveliness here in the world

— Amiri Baraka, from “Black Art”

[oldwinesoul]

—Mahmoud Darwish

[darkacademiansworld-deactivated]

"On the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you."

~Mahmoud Darwaish