[fullafag]

[zegalba]

Haifa Wehbe, 1990s

[geryone]

Customs, Solmaz Sharif

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

“I hadn’t told them about you, but they saw you bathing in my eyes. I hadn’t told them about you, but they saw you in my written words. The perfume of love cannot be concealed.”

— Nizar Qabbani, What Love Can Do

[tendermimi]

“Your love taught me / How to love you in all things / in a bare winter tree / in dry yellow leaves / in the rain / in a tempest / in the smallest cafe / where in evenings we drank our black coffee”

— Nizar Qabbani, The Epic of Sadness

[weltenwellen]

Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies

[aidashakur]

[maiiiiie-deactivated20230102]

دا يلهوي والله 🙃

[alaa-sayed]

I know life's scratched your hands enough, and I'm here to kiss them.

[generouswindow]

1000

by SAFIA ELHILLO

my roommate one year in college would say of my smallness that any man who found me attractive had a trace of the pedophilic

& i would shrink newly girled twenty-one with my eyebrows plucked to grownup arches sprouting back every three weeks in sharp little shoots already men have tried to steal me

in their taxis corral me into alleyways of the new city already the demand for my name though no one ever asks how old i am

though no one ever did i feel creaking & ancient in the repetition of it all i feel my girlhood gone for generations my entire line of blood crowded with exhausted women their unlined faces

frozen in time with only a thickness about the waist a small shoot of gray to belie the years

i make up names to hand to strangers at parties i trim years from my age & share without being asked that i am fifteen seventeen & no one blinks no one stops wanting

i am disappeared like all the girls before me around me all the girls to come

everyone thinks i am a little girl & still they hunt me still they show their teeth i am so tired i am one thousand years old one thousand years older when touched

[breefarrow]

[kimiyyaah]

I’ve been on tumblr since I was like 13 loll💀

[cesaray]

Kedi (2016) 

[mostbeautifulgirlscaps]

[hislovebird-deactivated20240414]

[peacebeuponu]

That dude Elon Musk is a DUMBASS. Wow.

[kimiyyaah]

I’m back since twitter is over 😭😭

[virginiewoolf]

Safia Elhillo, from "Summer," Girls That Never Die.

[missmiseery]

In the exodus I love you more (Eleven Stars over Andalusia), Mahmoud Darwish

In the exodus I love you more. In a while you will lock the city's gates. There is no heart for me in your hands, and no road anywhere for my journey. In this demise I love you more. After your breast, there is no milk for the pomegranate at our window. Palm trees have become weightless, the hills have become weightless, and streets in the dusk have become weightless; the earth has become weightless as it bids farewell to its dust. Words have become weightless, and stories have become weightless on the staircase of night. My heart alone is heavy, so let it remain here, around your house, barking, howling for a golden time. It alone is my homeland. In the exodus I love you more, I empty my soul of words: I love you more. We depart. Butterflies lead our shadows. In exodus we remember the lost buttons of our shirts, we forget the crown of our days, we remember the apricot's sweat, we forget the dance of horses on festival nights. In departure we become only the birds' equals, merciful to our days, grateful for the least. I am content to have the golden dagger that makes my murdered heart dance kill me then, slowly, so I may say: I love you more than I had said before the exodus. I love you. Nothing hurts me, neither air nor water ... neither basil in your morning nor iris in your evening, nothing hurts me after this departure.