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khadija.substack.com

[maliusaidh]

[satinscarf]

I miss writing. I haven’t properly sat down to write anything in months. All I write now is emails. I rarely text anymore. I miss being long winded and floating from topic to topic. Instead, all I do is work, come home, prepare for work again, and sleep. The one exciting thing I’ve got going for me is a fun lil audiobook. That’s it. Boo 👎🏾 I need to go on a journey to find my whimsy and zest for life again.

[s-ol4psismmmmmmmm]

from sevdaliza’s instagram

[s-ol4psismmmmmmmm]

full piece by anna fusco! extremely necessary last part

[notsoterriblymisanthropic]

I am asking them, as I am continually asking myself, to imagine a heart that feels a connection to the hearts of others, even others you do not know. I would like to think that this is what nudges me forward, more than some mythological concept of “hope.” In the silence of a room after the reading of a poem, when the only sounds are small gasps and sniffles, I can say to myself that we are all carrying a unique ache, or a unique memory, or a unique desire that the poem ignited. And I would like to know about it. I would like to know what few inches of the wretched world can be made into an adequate space for you to mourn, or to make a plate of food, or to dance in your living room, or to bury something you’ve finally decided to put down.

Hanif Abdurraqib, In Defense of Despair

[beguines]

Pádraig Ó Tuama, "There Is Time for Time", Kitchen Hymns

[northwindow]

from Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers

[satinscarf]

I finally have my own little apartment!! I could barely sleep last night since it’s still unfamiliar to me, which sucks because I’m at work running on fumes. My place is a mess, but I can’t wait to really make this place a home. I keep thinking about how I had this overwhelming feeling a little over a year ago that my life would look drastically different in a year, and it does. It didn’t turn out the way I had hoped for at the time, but Alhamdulillah. I’d say it turned out even better in unimaginable ways.

[noonwalkdiary]

i don't have an astigmatism. my sight is just blurry because of the love. love softens things around the edges

[niimph]

“I need to be silent for a while. Worlds are forming in my heart.”

— Meister Eckhart, tr. by Daniel Ladinsky, from “Expands His Being”

[wovi]

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mary oliver / sunlightafterdark

[satinscarf]

just a gal, her coffee, and some books.

[anxeious]

[satinscarf]

I’m soaking up the last few moments of my twenties. It’s funny how different I thought my life would be at 30, but I’m grateful for everything up until this point. Here’s to a new decade 🥂

[nou-rhan]

[aazizam]

Rabbish rahlee sadri wa yassirlee amri - My Lord expand for me my chest and ease for me my task.

[velocitations]

this is genuinely the greatest advice out there. i don't even think there's anything i can add just read it again and again. from rainer maria rilke. aka chill :)

[satinscarf]

I drove past a bowling alley I visited with someone I thought might stay in my life for a while. All I could do was smile. I think that it’s funny what feelings others might inspire in you. What I do know is that it was only supposed to be but so much, last for so long, before life continues on. I’m grateful to experience such beautiful moments, even if it’s fleeting. Learning to measure time in love and loss and everything in between.

[redlipstickresurrected]

Palomitz aka Paloma Salgado Díaz (Chilean, based Concepción, Chile) - Noctámbulos, Painting