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every so often I think about hanif abdurraqib asking have I squandered my best chance at love & go a little bit insane
Today, even if for a moment, try to believe that things are going to be just fine. That in the long run, the pieces will fall together again. That things won't be so chaotic. Have hope. Do the hard work to get there. I know you can do this, I know you will find yourself content again.
TASTE OF CHERRY ‘طعم گيلاس, Ta’m-e gīlās’ (1997) dir. Abbas Kiarostami
may you find the courage to let yourself be vulnerable long enough to be truly seen, held, healed and protected
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There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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if you’re reading this is how you lose the time war and you don’t get an unexplainable ache in your chest every 3 pages, you’re reading it wrong.
#first mistake: started it on the bus#second mistake: finished it at work#then I redeemed myself by marching to the nearest bookstore after work and purchasing a physical copy I could highlight#and (tearfully) annotate#I simultaneously love and hate that it was a sucker-punch of an experience#would easily do it again
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Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire
It’s a miracle we ever met by Hallie Bateman
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i would like to spend the rest of my time loving things. so i will.
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happy international mother language day to those who speak dialects, minority and indigenous languages, discriminated and endangered languages, “economically unprofitable”, “useless”, “unprestigious” languages and everyone who defends languages from colonialism and chauvinism
#reer baraf oo qoriska iyo aqriska af soomaali (iyo tbh hadhalka) maalin kasta la dhagaalo baan ahey#so I mean we out here fighting colonialism AND trying to hold down our mother tongue#like everyday wondering is it duhur ama dhuhur?#qof kasta reemixkodey (see!) heestaan#I’ve just accepted that if I had to do a grade 10 Somali literacy test I would fail miserably
luv being part of the 1% (non euphoria watchers)
Evening stroll - Adolph K Kronengold.
During a lecture on epic poetry like the Mahābhārata and Iliad in my first year of college, my professor said, “When the whole world dies, even when brick and mortar is destroyed, memory survives. It survives and lives on in generations to come. And literature carries that memory. All your geography, your economics, your psychology, they’re all based on the memory of man, passed down generations after generations. These epic poems and literature we are studying right now is to remind us that we too will be memories one day. And therefore, let us be good memories” and I think a piece of this lecture will live on in me wherever I go.
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richard siken a primer for the small weird loves // holly warburton making amends // holly warburton bobby // holly warburton the red jacket