I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words. by Virginia Woolf, Diaries Volume One 1915-1919 (via larmoyante)
Burn worldly love,
rub the ashes and make ink of it,
make the heart the pen,
the intellect the writer,
write that which has no end or limit. by Guru Nanak Dev Ji (via sikhquotes)
"Physically, the Israelis had won; all those broken lives and all those smashed buildings and all that destroyed infrastructure do not suggest that the Palestinians have "prevailed" (to use a "Bushite" word). But strategically, the Palestinians have won. They are still in Gaza." -Robert Fisk
Photos by Eloisa d’Orsi
Operation Protective Shield
Anonymous said: Why isn't there a muslim outrage about the persecution of non Muslims in Africa & the Middle East? You're all a bunch of savages.
You’re totally right.
I don’t know why we didn’t get orders from the great Muslamic hive-mind on what to think today. I usually share my brainwaves with every Muslim on the planet, so that we can all act the same way and all have one position on any issue.
Maybe there are technical difficulties at Muslim HQ™? You know, where all the Muslim decisions come from, for all the Muslims in the world.
All I got was my regular programming, you know…world domination, hating freedom, shuurriyaah law.
I’m sorry, I truly can’t answer you without further Muslim HQ™ discretion. I’ll just go take my daily Hummus shower with my Falafel scented soap and hope things get sorted out during it.
But you’re right. We should be civilized like you and call 23% of the whole planet savages and treat them as a homogenous blob with no humanity.
Taken on turban-hijab-a-thon day at UC Davis:
"For me, the hijab symbolizes the beauty of modesty, and to be appreciated as a whole being." "Same with the turban; it comes with a lot of expectation. Sikhs stand for equity. When you wear a turban, you stand out, and it is your duty to stand up for righteousness." "I cannot imagine myself without a turban, because it completes me." "They say that Hijab is the crown of a woman." "And similarly the turban is the crown of Sikhs." "We want people to step in our shoes and understand the daily life of Sikhs and Muslims." "We want it to be okay to express your religious identity." "It’s [our] choice in the end."
(Via Humans of Davis)
Bhai Fauja Singh - The World’s Oldest Marathon Runner at 103 years old.
Taren Bilkhu Photography
Walk like pepper spray, like don’t fucking touch me, like
don’t make me use this.
Walk like the knife in your
pocket is in your hands,
like you were born with
it there, because weren’t you? by Caitlyn Siehl, alonesomes (via cutiewiththehellabooty)
“Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.”
“The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.
You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.
The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.
You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.” by (via supernatasha)
(Source: typewriterdaily, via ohmerichandni)
I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
‘five more minutes please babe.’
I want your Tuesday afternoon
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’
I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’
I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
muscles let loose
‘just me and you’
I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’
I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’
I want your ordinary by
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.
On Both Knees | alfaazkibarsaaat (via alfaazkibarsaaat)
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. (via inxorable