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Mahmoud Darwish

headspace-hotel

me then (young, naive): i dont swear because there are better choices to make with my vocabulary

me now (older, wiser): I am master of all the words, and fuck is the best one

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Credits to @incorrect-bkdk-quotes!

Here’s the og post!

nuppu-nuppu

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i want what they have

timemachineshark

what, blood? what is this post

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relatable and sexy is what it is but you can go home if you’re not having fun

theshockinglyeloquentdog

what...is the relatable part?

frozenpinesmp3

their gender. next question

theshockinglyeloquentdog

i'm beginning to think y'all are misusing that

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oh so now the hannibal rp blog is gonna preach to us

theshockinglyeloquentdog

at least our ship is canon (on both sides)

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miss girl a ship war? in twenty twenty one? LITERALLY what are you doing here

sunforgrace

hey. hey anyone smoke we

spntakesthatmakeyougohmmm

hmmm

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testosteronetwink

world heritage post speedrun

anarcho-mysticism

Thats not a heritage post, that was a living fossil that got carried to the surface from some dark crevice of the ocean by some random current

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i posted this last december

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World Hostage Situation

kheezier

summer bike rides

acutelesbian

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

fat-thin-skinny

this fucks me up every single time

acutelesbian

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

conceitedtrash

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

thegreenpea

meri-sawariya

an old song comes on the radio and me and my father sing it to ourselves quietly, pretending we dont hear the other. the neighbours’ dog licks the outside of my mask when i pet him. the birds living nearby tap their beaks on our windows when their water bowl is empty. i ask my grandmother if she would like to watch an english movie with me, and i translate the words for her so she knows whats happening. my friends call me once, twice, four times. we make different plans to meet up each time. my mother tells me about a new book she read, and i say yes maa, i remember when you bought that one for me. i make kissy sounds at my aunts dogs on a zoom call. they run around the house, hoping to find me

there is love there is love there is love. it is soft, it wrenches your heart, and goddamn if it isnt here to stay