You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran

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I would like to travel across
your body, and get to know
every inch of you.
There is Afghanistan,
sitting on your shoulders.
I can see Pakistan,
resting in your eyes.
On the tip of your nose,
lay the rūnes of Egypt.
Yemen, Yemen,
across your lips.
In your stomach,
lies the essence of Portugal.
Tunisia runs in your veins,
and Palestine is released
from your fingertips.
Oh Somalia, Somalia,
screams your beautiful hair.
The sound of Taiwan is set
loose in your footsteps.
Etched in your smile is Istanbul,
and in your silence lays Bosnia.
Ummah, Ummah,
screams your blessed heart.
You have forgotten your Ummah,
screams your blessed heart.

Zaeema , Your Ummah is all over you, but you have forgotten it. 

 

8 Minutes of the Earth’s Rotation

How I wish our planet’s movement was this apparent while staring at the night sky. It could probably make a lot more people realize just how tiny we are compared to this vast unexplored galaxy above our heads.

This is a stack of 70 pictures with a 5 second exposure each at ISO 3200 and f/2.2.

Photographed by: Paolo Nacpil

1. I can’t get up at the crack of dawn to carpe fucking diem because I’m out five nights a week chasing laughter and the moonlight.

2. I don’t want to wake up feeling comfortable. Fuck comfort. I want to wake up and know I’ve woken up, I want to feel my life as it happens and if that means a throbbing headache, so be it; I’d rather dance in the dark than under a rainbow.

3. Eat whatever you want, idiots.

4. My breakfast happens at 1pm and I’d like to read whilst I eat it, thankyou very much.

5. I don’t need to stretch, nor do I need to reach for the sky; I am not a member of S Club 7 and my head is already in the clouds.

6. Drink all the water your body needs, put a chopped up lemon in your bottle but never neglect iced tea and vodka - whatever your poison, indulge yourself in it sometimes. Striving for perfection in any aspect of your life is just going to disappoint you; have a shot every now and then.

7. If you’re living life, you might not have time to write down your activities until four in the morning. Your life record may be scribbled onto receipts as you ride the train. That’s okay too; it doesn’t have to be beautiful to be valid.

8. Sleep on a pile of towels if you have to. Sleep in the grass. Sleep at a new friends’ place every night. As long as you’re sleeping next to something you love - whether it be a partner or the latest Palahniuk - scented fabric softener won’t mean shit.

9. Chaos can be better sometimes.

10. Run into the ocean instead.

11. You don’t owe strangers your smile. You don’t owe nature your observation. Maybe you don’t have a dog to walk.

12. Don’t make plans you can’t follow through with, it’s unfair.

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14. Fuck it. Pick up a book because you liked the cover. Pick up a book because the person before you keft it behind. Scribble all over it if you want. Tear pages out and cut out words if you want. Pick up no books for a month, then ten in a day. Books will always be there.

15. Be yourself without imposing cliche’d values and movie-romance ideas onto your personality. Do what comes naturally. If you don’t want to pay your speeding fines, don’t fucking pay them, it’s your life. If you don’t like old people, don’t go and volunteer at their homes, you’ll only make everyone there miserable. Find your true bliss rather than assuming you’ll know what it is by sticking your tongue out at babies. You’ll get there, there’s no rush.

16. Don’t fucking daydream about it. Do it. Write your own ending.

Fuck Your ‘Sixteen Small Steps to Happiness’, love Daisy Lola 

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Above us, only stars. Below us, only stars. To all sides, only stars. Inside us, only stars.

Welcome to Night Vale 

milkbarista:

no. 6
the kids are alright

I feel like too many people think “online” and “fake” are interchangeable words.

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving. You are a stone. We weep together and make a bed for rain.

Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait 

I want to bottle up your laughter and get drunk.

Caroline KimTen Word Story 

Six-Word Stories That Are Absolutely Heart-Breaking