- January 6, 1915
- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
[ID: A promise of some kind of happiness resembles the hope of an eternal life. Seen from a certain distance it holds its ground, and one doesn't venture nearer. End ID]

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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- January 6, 1915
- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923
[ID: A promise of some kind of happiness resembles the hope of an eternal life. Seen from a certain distance it holds its ground, and one doesn't venture nearer. End ID]
Unknown Source.
Have you ever felt like you are the quiet ghost everyone can see but chooses to look through. Like your body is there, just transparent, you speak but no one hears you, not really. The act of disappearing is not so hard truly. You can do it even in a room surrounded by people who claim they love you. Just pretend you aren’t there, and everyone around you will pretend you have vanished too.
- Nikita Gill
I Have No Power
"I have no power to change you
or explain your ways
Never believe a man can change a woman
Those men are pretenders
who think
that they created woman
from one of their ribs
Woman does not emerge from a man's rib's, not ever,
it's he who emerges from her womb
like a fish rising from depths of water
and like streams that branch away from a river
It's he who circles the sun of her eyes
and imagines he is fixed in place
I have no power to tame you
or domesticate you
or mitigate your first instincts
This task is impossible
I've tested my intelligence on you
also my dumbness
Nothing worked with you, neither guidance
nor temptation
Stay primitive as you are
I have no power to break your habits
for thirty years you have been like this
for three hundred years
a storm trapping in a bottle
a body by nature sensing the scent of a man
assaults it by nature
triumphs over it by nature
Never believe what a man says about himself
that he is the one who makes the poems
and makes the children
It is the woman who writes the poems
and the man who signs his name to them
It is the woman who bears the children
and the man who signs at the maternity hospital
that he is the father
I have no power to change your nature
my books are of no use to you
and my convictions do not convince you
nor does my fatherly council do you any good
you are the queen of anarchy, of madness, of belonging
to no one
Stay that way
You are the tree of femininity that grows in the dark
needs no sun or water
you the sea princess who has loved all men
and loved no one
slept with all men… and slept with no one
you are the Bedouin woman who went with all the tribes
and returned a virgin
Stay that way."
Nizar Qabbani
ben, ben ölecek gibi oluyorum füsun. boğuluyorum. dayanıyorum. ama dayanamıyorum. öyle yorgunum ki, kafamı toplayamıyorum. ruhumu, koyu mor dikişler tutmuyor artık. yamalı gülüşüm, gerçekçi değil artık. ölüyor muyum? ölmek istiyorum füsun. baksana bana. görmüyor musun? ben yaralıyım. kelebeğin kanatları, yanık. görüyorum ben. güçlüyüm. ama gücüm kendime yetmiyor. lütfen, kurtar beni.
"My life is tears
and a fond heart،
longing, a book of poetry and a lute."
_A Life by Fudwa Tuqan_
"حياتي دموع
وقلب ولوع،
وشوق ، وديوان شعر ، وعود."
_حياة لفدوى الطوقان_
(Artwork Night Fall by Quang Ho.)
"My life is tears
and a fond heart،
longing, a book of poetry and a lute."
_A Life by Fudwa Tuqan_
"حياتي دموع
وقلب ولوع،
وشوق ، وديوان شعر ، وعود."
_حياة لفدوى الطوقان_
(Artwork Night Fall by Quang Ho.)
Resmaa Menakem, My Grandmother’s Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies
Dear Charlie,
I just want to be loved. I’m scared it’s just not in the cards for me
― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea
[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]
𝕾𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖗 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓
Be so fucking proud of yourself for passing the hardest moments alone while everyone believed you were fine.