humming-a-memory

[humming-a-memory]

[humming-a-memory]

Last summer

Last summer I cried a lot.

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أنا لا أبكي كل ما في الأمر إن غبار الحنين قد دخلت عيني

I'm not crying, it's just that the dust of nostalgia has entered my eyes.

- Mahmoud Darwish

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Last night I was dreaming; and in it, I was 11 years old again and it was raining outside

Kim Addonizio // john mark green // Yehuda Amichai // unknown // Hagumi Hanamoto // j.w. // Mark Haddon // shel silverstein // Neil Gaiman // Gustave Flaubert

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And the world around me feels as though it will end. The heart breaks and the eyes cry. And my soul thinks about the way we all sat on the breakfast table years ago—the basket filled with fruit that was still ripe; the sunlight from the window falling in; the white glow of the walls; warm tea brewing on the stove; and the echoes of laughter and chatter.

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It’s June and I feel my heart growing a fever; so I cut myself some oranges and eat them in the winter sun and everything feels like it’s going to be okay again.

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israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

israel is committing genoc!de in Palestine.

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“I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.” ― Lauren Myracle

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through this entire conflict ive realised one thing: the world is a wretched place and if it allows the genocide of one peoples, what makes you think it'll be against your own? Do you think you're safe from being murdered?

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It is the morning of the 29th of May and everything seems okay. — 29th May

The world feels like it might be ending — 30th May

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Somewhere, in a dream, I am 15 again. And I am peeling mandarins again in the sun. And I am laughing with my friends in class. And I go on a family trip with my best friend and her family. And we take lots of pictures. And me and my family are laughing together on the driveway at night as it rains. And I taste raspberry jam again for the first time in 10 years. And I try to find constellations in the sky. And in the morning, I have jam and butter sandwiches. And I make fairy bread for my sister. And we chop down the sugarcane from our backyard and chow it down as the juice smears our faces. And we plant roses. And my mum grows a cucumber plant. And the flocks of cockatoos still live near my house. And I take selfies in the sun. And I paint a lot and I write my first piece of poetry and the old suitcases from beneath my bed get moved. And I invite my best friend over and we go by ourselves to the old drain pipe near the stream. And I laugh till my stomach hurts. And I take the newly-washed laundry out into the sun. And suddenly, I am 15 again. And the only thing I want is for life to go on forever.

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I saw a bowl of oranges in the sun today and life is hard and life is uncertain and full of guilt, but nonetheless, I am here. I am alive. I repeat this to myself every morning. Don't worry, I think I am still breathing.

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Ramadan Mubarak to all of those who celebrate <33 May this month bring blessings and joy to you and your loved ones ☪️

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i think franz kafka for sure would’ve been the kind of guy who wanted his lover to poison him with mushrooms whenever he started acting up. i think he would’ve liked that

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“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

but i have no love to accept

and one day i think i might accept it even if i think i dont deserve it

is that real love?

does fake love count as love?

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“I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself ”

"And I think I like myself a little broken, with rough edges, a little harder to grasp."

but

I want to be loved

and the world wants to love soft things

not cruel and violent things

and for once i think.. it hurts to be what i want to be

i've heard them say that

but i want to be loved so much; i do not know how it feels like, so

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow”

but the flowers, will have been invented; and they shall be only a mere mirage

forgive me;

“Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?”

shall I like myself softer and prettier?

is it better that way?

Chris Cleave // Nayyirah Waheed // Clementine von Radics // anonymous // Kelly Cherry // Andre Gide // Edvard Munch // Richard Siken // Jodi Picoult