OSLEYAA -- REDEMPTIA

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OSLEYAA -- REDEMPTIA
this uncomfortable tension / between me and God.
Zaid Shlah, from “Thirty-Three Beads on a String,” Inclined to Speak: An Anthology of Contemporary Arab American Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)
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If you’re feeling useless, Gotham has a police department
“She loved to look out to sea. She was there at the first hint of nightfall; in moonlight or fog, drizzle or storm,”
— Jorge Amado, from “Porciúncula The Mulatto Got the Corpse Off his Back,”
hi yes hello you (”who me?? yes u!!”) are an incredible and ilysm and i hope u prosper and succeed in dis life ty 😚
I don’t want us to be strangers again.
“Camille?“ Her voice quiet and girlish and unsure. ”You know how people sometimes say they have to hurt because if they don’t, they’re so numb they won’t feel anything?“ “Mmm.” “What if it’s the opposite?” Amma whispered. “What if you hurt because it feels so good? Like you have a tingling, like someone left a switch on in your body. And nothing can turn that switch off except hurting? What does that mean?” I pretended to be asleep. I pretended not to feel her fingers tracing vanish over and over on the back of my neck.
I miss you in ways I didn’t know existed.
I’m here waiting for you. (via coral)
“I am someone who did not die when I should have died.”
— Euripides, Hekabe (trans. by Anne Carson)
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
Octavia Blake Outfit Appreciation (5.02 - Red Queen)