A note found in a Syrian boy’s diary:
“When the war is over in my country, we will close Syria’s doors and we will put a banner that says: (No Entry). We will shed tears of joy alone, just like how we suffered our grief alone.”
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A note found in a Syrian boy’s diary:
“When the war is over in my country, we will close Syria’s doors and we will put a banner that says: (No Entry). We will shed tears of joy alone, just like how we suffered our grief alone.”
what resembles the grave but isn’t, anne boyer // i didn’t apologize to the well, mahmoud darwish (trans. fady joudah).
ICO fan artwork by Geirrod Van Dyke
unparalleled image
Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence // Ada Limón, "Lies About Sea Creatures" // Sherita Walker // @itsbaditsgood // Richard Siken, "I Had a Dream About You" // Richard Siken, "You Are Jeff" (8) // Richard Siken, "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out" // @_demarmol on Instagram // Anne Sexton, "The Touch"
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
"jon is smart enough not to interrupt" this still so funny to me
Jon/Sansa parallel with Jaime/Cersei part 1/?
Hello, little dove. A sword for the Wall?
But you are a beauty. ([JON] I already have one) Good man.
And have you bled yet? Have you swung it yet?
GOT S01E01 - GOT S0102 ps: this parallel has a part 2, coming soon.
SANSA WEEK 2024 → Day 4: Love/Marriage Jonsa feat. The Five Love Languages
Jon being Sansa’s hero
agot sansa vi / adwd jon ii // acok sansa iv / asos jon xii
Jon and Sansa + parallels/similar thoughts
He only looks at Sansa.
yes girl you are so [if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more] [hands are unbearably beautiful] [i'll take care of you it's rotten work not to me not if it's you] [if you are intolerable let me be the one to tolerate you] [i could recognise him by touch alone] [i love you i want us both to eat well] [on purpose i love you on purpose] [whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same] [i am half agony half hope] [you have bewitched me body and soul and i love love love you] [he is half of my soul as the poets say] [i'm sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for but i'm so lonely] [i love you most ardently] [let me stay tender hearted despite despite despite] [someone has to leave first this is a very old story there is no other version of this story] [mostly i want to be kind] [tell me how all this and love too will ruin us] [you said i killed you haunt me then] [someone somewhere can you understand me a little love me a little] [i will love you as misfortune loves orphans as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong] [sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine] [who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me] can we kiss now
Jared Singer - The Last Love Letter From an Entomologist
Dear Sarah, I’m sorry, We have to get a divorce I know, that seems like a really odd way to start a love letter But let me explain, It’s not you— It’s definitely not me It’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do I love you far too much to let what we have Be ruined by the failings of our species I’m going to leave you now, while I still remember you fondly I saw the way you looked at the waiter last night I know you would never do anything—you never do But I saw the way you looked at the waiter last night
Did you know that when a female fly accepts the pheromones put off by a male fly, It rewrites her brain Destroys her receptors for pheromones Sensing the change, the male fly does the same When two flies love each other, They do it so hard that they can never love anything else ever again If either one of them dies before procreation can happen, Both sets of genetic code are lost forever. Now that, is dedication.
After I broke up with Elizabeth, We spent three days trying to divide all of the things that we had ever bought together Like if I knew which pot was mine, Like if I knew which drapes were mine, Somehow the pain Would go away
After two praying mantises mate, The nervous system of the male begins to shut down While he still has control over his motor functions, He flops onto his back, offers his soft underbelly up to his lover Like a gift She then proceeds to lovingly, so lovingly, Dice him into tiny cubes, spooning every morsel into her mouth She wastes nothing, even the exoskeleton is devoured. She does this, so that when their children are born, She has a first meal to regurgitate to feed them Now that, is selflessness. I could never do that for you
So I have a new plan I’m going to leave you now I’m going to spend the rest of my life committing petty injustices I hope you do the same I will jaywalk at every opportunity I will steal things I could easily afford I will be rude to strangers I hope you do the same I hope our petty crimes are enough to cause us to be reborn as lesser creatures I hope we are reborn as flies So we can love each other as hard As we were meant to
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