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Zehra Naqvi, from The Knot of My Tongue: Poems and Prose; “Dear Baba”

[Text ID: “maybe we are each other’s homes, maybe that is enough. / maybe we hold each other across oceans and speak tenderness in our broken languages.”]

insporp

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forever-and-always-special

awhhh :*

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foreignerongermansoil

Excerpt from Kató Lomb’s “Polyglot: How I Learn Languages”

herzchaos

If I give you half my kinder bueno don‘t ever question my love for you

ankayim

serious

heavensickness

Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me

freakthemer

Okay but this is the beauty of building a community. None of these people have everything on their own and they're all at different places in life, but they're humans with hearts full of love and skills and resources to share. Together every one of these things can be better and easier and you can celebrate the things you haven't yet, or will never, with these friends when they get there. You don't have to be the same, you just have to be kind.