Darling, forever is a long, long time, and time has a way of changing things.
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Tracks
what will your eyes do with me
when they are done,
will they lay me
in the tender flesh behind
the sun,
fold me into
your memory’s back,
keep me
a
running
water down your arms.
when they are done,
will they lay me
in the tender flesh behind
the sun,
fold me into
your memory’s back,
keep me
a
running
water down your arms.
Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
her hands are a civil war,
a refugee camp behind each ear
a body littered with ugly things.
But God,
doesn’t she wear
the world well?
When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it’s there, because it can’t hurt, and because what difference does it make?
You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn’t want you anymore that he is right — that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don’t. It’s a bad word, ‘belong.’ Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, beacuse the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can’t value you more than you value yourself.
One man is presenting a different view of Somalia, through Instagram.
Abdi Latif Dahir (@abdi_latif), a journalist based in Mogadishu, has spent the last year snapping pictures, more frequently on his iPhone than his professional camera.
His striking images provide alternative visual narratives of a country which has undergone twenty years of civil conflict.
(via AJE)
Anonymous
Anonymous asked:
What are your opinions of Videogames, Arabic poetry (pre-Islamic), and love?1. Video Games are fun. If I get my hands on them I will definitely enjoy the game. But it is also a terrible time waster. You can go for hours without feeling time, therefore, I prefer not to start playing so I don’t get hooked.
2. I love all types of poetry; I haven’t read much of the pre-islamic arabic poems, only those we had to study back in school. But the Arabs are the masters of verse and poetry in history.
3. Love… How do you expect me to tell you what I think of love in a single post here :P Love is the core of the universe.
Anonymous
Anonymous asked:
I know for a fact that most of us like Japan. Do YOU like Japan? What's your favorite Japanese thing?I love Japan.. I love their culture, and their inspiring history.. I really hope to visit it soon.
