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dating someone who naturally brings out your playfulness, makes you laugh, never stops flirting with you, and loves you a little extra on the days you don't feel loveable makes you feel so incredibly safe and secure which makes you fall even more in love

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Bhai this is so cute 😭😭😭😭

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We often hear people saying that:

He/She is not written for me.

But someone poured my heart into words when they wrote:

Yun bhi ho sakta hai ke kisi parinday ko kisi machli se muhabbat ho jaye lekin museebat ye hai ke jaa kr rahen tou kahan rahen?

Kuch aesa hi un logon ke sath hota hai jo aesi cheezon ya insano ki chahat kar beth'ty hain jo un ke liye bani hi nhi hoti. Phir aakhir mai aik ko ur jana hota hai or dusry ko gamon ke samandar mai garq hona parta hai.

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people treat bisan, motaz and plestia like they're influencers instead of, you know, people who have endured/are enduring war crimes beyond imagining and ethnic cleansing. what I mean is, they never asked to be spokesperson for their people's humanity, or planned to be so visible. they're just people, ordinary people who can never go home, who are surviving colonial violence. what they're doing and what they have done defies any term of admiration or respect I could apply. But I wish that people would stop thinking of these individual Palestinians trying to survive in war zones like celebrities or politicians with actual power because it's just another form of dehumanisation. Ask yourself, what will you do if something happens to Bisan? If she is killed or goes dark or inshallah she escapes? Everyday I see posts like, "if Bisan dies, I'll riot!" riot NOW. speak up, now! Palestinians and Lebanese and Syrian people who aren't going viral on social media are being murdered by the occupation in the 100s everyday. I am begging people to stop hingeing their faith in the free Palestine movement and the movement to end the Zionist occupation on individuals. I love Bisan and Motaz and Plestia with all my heart and pray for them every day, but I'm begging people not to reframe Palestinian liberation through individualism. Support BDS, donate to UNRWA or the Red Crescent Society, listen to Palestinians across Palestine and the diaspora. Your belief in the freedom of Indigenous peoples has to transcend the ones most visible and palatable to you.

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Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl // Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Gentle Spirit // Lyric Hunter, "A Garden" // Margaret Atwood, Power Politics: Poems // @artsy_tay_ on Instagram // William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew // Sappho, "If not, Winter" (trans. Anne Carson)

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I really cannot emphasize enough the mental health benefits of abandoning the idea that you're special.

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Mahmoud Darwish, from The Butterfly's Burden; "I Have a Seat in the Abandoned Theater" (tr. from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)

[Text ID: I say: How is this my concern? I'm a spectator / He says: No spectators at chasm's door ... and no / one is neutral here. And you must choose / your part in the end]

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ON HANNIGRAM & SICK LOVE

karman verdi // tory adiksson // @sunsbleeding // alice oseman // @rbhvleo // ocean vuong // kiki nicole // @atreebreathing // emily palermo // nicole homer.

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LETTER TO MY CHILDHOOD ME

franz wright // richey edwards // unknown // katie maria // little women (2019) // james baldwin // unknown // siickangel (?)

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“What will love do if I too am gone?”

— Adonis, from Love (tr. by Khaled Mattawa)

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“…And if we won’t burn together, I’ll burn alone.”

— Bret Easton Ellis, The Rules of Attraction

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there's so much pain to take care of.

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{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

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I read somewhere that it doesn’t have to be beautiful to be worth it. So every time your heart decides to crack open again – on a random Wednesday at 3:00 in the morning – you don’t fight it. You lay open your arms and stare at the ceiling. Or you write down the hurt and crush the paper with all your might. Or you board the flight with that extra baggage of the heart. Or you get up at 5:00, book your therapy session, and lie down again, telling yourself over and over that this knee-jerk anger, this forgetfulness or the lack of it, will be over soon. You rock yourself to sleep, mothering your own wounds – sometimes with rage in your blood – but you do it. And none of this is beautiful. It’s brutal, not worth romanticising. But you continue, because if anything, you will always be worth saving.

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You're optimistic one moment, only to be wracked the next by the surety that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.

Sputnik Sweetheart, Murakami

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the purest form of care is remembering.

i remember this song you were humming while we were sitting together. i remember you like your coffee without milk. i noticed how you sighed a little when someone brought up the name of your father. i see you when you can’t stop fidgeting your legs. let me hold your hand. you’ve bitten your lips again, what’s stressing you?

you notice people you care about. not as a responsibility or obligation, but because you see them. you see through them.

/mitushi

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I'm sorry they made you believe you're difficult to love. I'm sorry you had to sit through pain for the sake of their heart. I'm sorry your resilience was taken for granted and that the more you tried, the less they saw you. I'm sorry that all the apologies you waited for never came, so a part of your heart closed itself only to save you from breaking further. Love is cruel, and you don't have to pretend otherwise just because you believed in it once. Sometimes it's enough to know that you're capable of loving, regardless of what it brings.