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July 11, 2015

I can hear my dad praying from the other room and it’s the most haunting, saddest sound, I can...

I can hear my dad praying from the other room and it’s the most haunting, saddest sound, I can almost imagine the angels standing around him listening and weeping

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Published on July 11, 2015 19:18

"When night comes, something speaks
from that soft, fragrant wilderness.
It says, the heart is not a..."

“When night comes, something speaks

from that soft, fragrant wilderness.

It says, the heart is not a door. But it opens.

We feel in the dark for the hinge.”

- Carole Glasser Langille, from “Five Doors,” In Cannon Cave (Brick Books, 1997)
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Published on July 11, 2015 18:44

"and when our bodies rise again,
they will be wildflowers, then rabbits,
then wolves singing a..."

“and when our bodies rise again,

they will be wildflowers, then rabbits,

then wolves singing a perfect love

to the beautiful, meaningless moon.”

- Philip Appleman, from “Gathering by the River,” Poetry (October/November 1987)
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Published on July 11, 2015 16:25

"It’s winter so the sun is low.
It’s winter so we are crying over spilled milk.

I wish the past had..."

It’s winter so the sun is low.

It’s winter so we are crying over spilled milk.



I wish the past had taken yoga.

Wish it had that flexibility.



What if we could make

origami out of our childhoods?

I’d make yours a lotus flower.

Float it down a river that never

ends in waterfall.



I had a dream about you in a field of violets.

You were turning like a spinning top.



I yelled something like ‘I love you’

into the eye of your tornado

except I tend to avoid the actual words

so it came out

‘you make me heart-sore.’



It’s true anyway—

you make me feel like the after tinge

of a dirty punch.



Everything throbbing.

A headache in the bridge of my nose.

I can’t stop pulsing.

I can’t look into the light.



Which reminds me — you’re full of it.

I’ve never spent so much time shielding my eyes.

I’ve never played the part of Icarus 

with quite as much conviction.



About the origami —

I’d make mine a paper crane.

Let you turn my wings to ash.



- Donna-Marie Riley, Folding Paper (via five–a–day)
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Published on July 11, 2015 07:38

July 10, 2015

whoarei:

she guessed my favorite color first try..but between me and u……. i didnt even have a...

whoarei:



she guessed my favorite color first try..

but between me and u……. i didnt even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow!! she was hella excited n smiling like a little kid. so i told her she was right and i havent seen yellow the same since, its in everything. i could probably live in it now. 

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Published on July 10, 2015 19:30

"Pour yourself into me and I will not let a drop of you hit the ground."

“Pour yourself into me and I will not let a drop of you hit the ground.”

- Rudy Francisco
(via hereislight)
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Published on July 10, 2015 19:17

su-roor:Stop thinking about everything so much, you’re breaking your own heart.

su-roor:

Stop thinking about everything so much, you’re breaking your own heart.

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Published on July 10, 2015 15:56

"Maybe if I’d fucked you more and loved you less I could have left this battlefield wearing just..."

“Maybe if I’d fucked you more and loved you less I could have left this battlefield wearing just bruises and teeth, but I’m sure that even the cavalry knows that there’s a crack in my heart and it’s been leaking your name ever since we stopped fighting this fight. What I’m trying to say is: you win. It’s all yours. I’m tired and I tried. I’m tired and I love you. I’m tired and I didn’t mean to.”

- Azra.T (via 5000letters)
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Published on July 10, 2015 06:36

July 9, 2015

Hi! I have been thinking a lot about a lot of things recently, but some of them are religion and cultural appropriation and Islam. I love it, I feel connected with it. But I am white and Canadian and was raised Christian (which I do not feel connected with

Muslims believe that when you’re born, you are born Muslim and then life outside of that gets into the way. That’s why we tend to call it “revert” instead of “convert” because you’re actually just going back to how you were supposed to be! It’s very thoughtful of you to be concerned about appropriation and racism but the only advice I can really give you is that if you feel connected to Islam, you should research it further and perhaps go and talk to an imam at a local mosque! All the best xx

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Published on July 09, 2015 20:58

Hi! I have been thinking a lot about a lot of things recently, but some of them are religion and cultural appropriation and Islam. I love it, I feel connected with it. But I am white and Canadian and was raised Christian (which I do not feel connected with

Muslims believe that when you’re born, you are born Muslim and then life outside of that gets into the way. That’s why we tend to call it “revert” instead of “convert” because you’re actually just going back to how you were supposed to be! It’s very thoughtful of you to be concerned about appropriation and racism but the only advice I can really give you is that if you feel connected to Islam, you should research it further and perhaps go and talk to an imam at a local mosque! All the best xx

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Published on July 09, 2015 20:58

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