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my carrd
on humans & earth & interconnection & the one reflecting the many & everything beautiful
[the dream thieves by maggie stiefvater / unknown / “hymn 35” joe pug / the good place / pale blue dot / stone butch blues by leslie feinberg / unknown / māori whakataukī / “somos el barco” pete seeger / everything everywhere all at once]
— Nizar Qabbani, from “I am accused”; Arabian Love Poems (tr. by Bassam Frangieh & Clementina Brown)
Fady Joudah, “Remove”
+ his essay “My Palestinian Poem That “The New Yorker” Wouldn’t Publish”
hi, my grandmother passed away this weekend and i’ve been thinking about your suitcase poem. after all this time it still effects me deeply, thank you for writing it
i am so sorry for your loss, firstly. this is so kind of you to say and i wish you and your family the best. thank you for reading and loving my poem. it really means the world to me 🩶
may your grandmother rest in peace. տեր ողորմիա։
Love Letter To A Friend
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I Love You, R
հունիսի 11: 1:57 առավոտ
ամեն ինչ ցավում է: ավարտել եմ։ կարոտում եմ կեզ։ արդեն երկու շաբաթ է: ջհանդամ քեզ
every cell in my body greets grief in the morning and yet i keep getting up to live more
Stray light, Clarissa M Bonet
ապրիլի 4/5/6
դպրոցը պրցնումա։ ամեն օր քշում եմ։ չեմ սիրում էսի։ ուզում եմ պուչուր լինեմ։
բարեվ ձեզ։ ավելի մեծ տեսք ունեմ։ ինձ հիշում ես?
Maybe I was just a kid reading goodnight moon to myself and handing my sister her sweater
Smtimes your house is haunted because there's a ghost sometimes your house is haunted because you miss grandma and your mom misses her even more sometimes your house is haunted because the subtext of how the last owners decorated rubs you wrong way sometimes your house is haunted because you've sublimated the fact that you didn't want to move in the first place and Sometimes your house is haunted because there's a carbon monoxide leak. Lots of options.
my favorite lines from this article about poetry from students grades 3-6
don’t make me tap the jen silverman essay!!!!
Their essay in full.
Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen
Edit: some of the reblogs are doing my head in. So to put it here again: “I was both” maybe!!! But don’t judge your teenage self against who you are now. You were a child, working with what you had and knew at the time. Of course you would’ve acted before thinking. Of course you yelled and regret it now. Of course you said a few mean things. Hindsight is 20/20. Give yourself some compassion. You were a kid.
ramadan mubarak to all of you beautiful people celebrating this beautiful month❣️ 🌙
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ծնունդդ շնորհավոր։ Երևի առաջին նշանն այն էր, երբ ես սիրում էի արծաթ և ոսկի միասին կրել։ Երվի նշան էլ չկար։
այսօր ես լսեցի քո անունը։ արդեն կանի ամիս ա էխէ? կարոտումեմ քեզ։ տուն արի։