"you think you're charcoal, burning ebony
but i see you in shades of navy, plum, violet
i see the bits of shooting stars you ignore
i see a universe within
the galaxies that make up your brain
but when you dim the lights, when the black engulfs
you escape from my vision
and i can't give you a mirror if you won't look at it"
— the pain of loving you, r.s.
you know that I'm still at the restaurant still sitting in a corner I haunt cross-legged in the dim light they say “what a sad sight” I swear you could hear a hair pin drop right when I felt the moment stop glass shattered on the white cloth everybody moved on I stayed there dust collected on my pinned-up hair they expected me to find somewhere some perspective, but I sat and stared
لا أحبُّ الحب الصامت، أخبرني كَمْ تحبّني وأجعلني أجن بك.
I do not like silent love, tell me how much you love me and make me insane about you.
- Naguib Mahfouz
Archive moodboard for @ichigokeks
ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒...
Misty Edinburgh - 6/4/19
hi y’all–
if you don’t already know (and i haven’t seen any major news coverage), indigenous land defenders have been protesting Trump’s visit to Mount Rushmore. at least 12 were arrested yesterday (3 July) and a number of their cars and trucks were impounded.
the land that’s been carved into, called the Black Hills or, in Lakota, Pahá Sápa, is sacred to a number of indigenous peoples, particularly the Lakota, from whom the land was stolen originally. the faces engraved on this ancestral land belong to presidents with documented histories of white supremacism–and the carving itself was done by a member of the KKK.
