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[vanillas0ul]

[purplebuddhaquotes]

“Don’t lose a woman that has seen your flaws and still loves you.”

— Nizar Qabbani

[themindmovement]

“Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening…like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be, like be yourself, and have a second cup.”

— Gertrude Stein

[kindlles]

[lifeinpoetry]

i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.

— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal

[iamjapanese]

Eva Holmér Edling（Swedish, b.1942）

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[whitefireprincess]

💕

Marguerite Cakes

[15-step]

[zelldas]

no other person on this planet was made for you, they were made for themselves. love is all about choices. no one is going to be perfect for you, and i think we need to stop raising everyone on the belief that someone out there, just one other person in the whole world, was “made for you” because it isn’t true. no one is made for you, besides you. other people belong to themselves. if you want to make it work with someone, it’s about hard work, understanding, compassion, communication, and choice

[ehlockscreens]

Happy Valentine’s Day my beautiful people!! Like or reblog if you save, sweetheart x

[unexact]

[igxbaddies]

[kurdishrecognition]

Pomegranate Stained Skirts

A poem dedicated to Şingal and our stolen Ezîdî girls.

Pomegranate stained skirts, ruby lined necks, Ignored pulses, forced to endure on intruders beds.

Innocence stolen by the galloping black stained with crimson red, As daughters were transformed into the living dead.

History of a vibrant land began to sway, Like a burning peacock’s tail, colours were led astray.

Charred hope fled up a mountain or into a cave, Death charmed both, amidst a cruel heat wave.

Wailing echoes, cry songs of a crippled heart, As newlyweds were crushed and forced apart.

A foreign husband sworn in every hour, Filling trenches of damaged wombs, unable to flower.

Profane shackles comfort her feet, As lungs yearn for a rope, An exit, twisted from dirty bed sheets.

The silent sphere, bursting in bites of doubt, As humanity began to weep and pour out.

How the faith in their fickle neighbours burned, As fathers waited for their daughters to be returned. (x)

[bakuristan-deactivated20200629]

Mêrdîn, Kurdistan 🌹

[muslimgirlarmy]

Watch: 100 Years of Hijab Fashion in 1 Minute (MENA/Asia)

[segledepericles]

Minoritized languages moodboard: Kurdish

Kurdish (Kurdî, کوردی) is a continuum of Iranian languages spoken by the Kurdish people. It forms three dialect groups: Northern Kurdish (Kurmanji), Central Kurdish (Sorani), and Southern Kurdish (Pehlewani). Several million Kurds also speak a separate group of languages called Zaza-Gorani.

[azad-jan]

A woman throws her black burka away after her village liberated by SDF, (Syrian Democratic Forces) forces from ISIS, (Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant)