#faiza laila

[brownfeministaa]

"You speak. I speak. We make up in a manic frenzy and it all starts over again. As if we are constantly on replay"- Faiza Laila.

It never ends. 

[brownfeministaa]

So i have two problems. 1) I'm getting sleepy right now and 2) I don't have your number to call at 4 and just say I want to hear your voice.

To solve your first problem, GO TO SLEEP and while you’re asleep you will have an answer to your other problem by dreaming up this elaborate fantasy where there are fairies, flowers, and unicorns. Then out of the blue I emerge from the sky like a god from the heavens.  I reach down, and right as i’m about to had you my number you wake up in a cold, dark basement at 4 lying next to a letter that says, ” Nope”

[brownfeministaa]

"Your smile drips into the sun

and I am found once again

wondering all these years 

how I got so lucky as to carry the universe 

in my heart." - Faiza Laila

[brownfeministaa]

Are you connected? 3 am.The wires drop from our brains. Two bodies face to face. Electricity circulating around us. Our eyes dilate. The elevator drops. Current falls from the coils. A waterfall of light. Twilight zoned.

Faizalaila (hippie-salutations.tumblr.com)

[brownfeministaa]

My life.

"Life is good, dark, and complicated. Not enough unicorns or midget strippers. Too many boring people not enough opium. The men whom i have confessed my loved to are dead and necrophilia only takes you so far. But I am happy and slightly mad. Just where I want to be."

Faiza Laila( hippie-salutations.tumblr.com)

[brownfeministaa]

Darkness.

Darkness is seen, but not always shown. Found in those who are crazed and alone. It is like a flower. It grows when it is cared for. It too brings along beauty and hope.Like air. It keeps us alive.Searching for darkness I've learned that it hides, with envy and lies and to keep darkness so close is like keeping poison by your side. It is Maniacal and unforgiving. Tortuous and selfish loving. People hide from darkness, they fear darkness, they shun darkness. But the light has never felt this good. For those who hide it, Let it be hidden where it can grow. For those of us who allow it to show, let it pierce through the eyes like an arrow on an archers bow. It is penetrating desire and the impregnation of lust. It is the creation of all good things and the damnation of those weak and willing. Unaccepted therefor most of the time it is hidden. But for those of us who have accepted it's irresistible invitation, it has infected our minds. So for us. It is never hidden within our eyes. - Faiza Laila

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