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Palestinians perform prayers on the ruins of a Masjid in Rafah

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nabil anani, "palestinian folklore," 2020, acrylic on canvas

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Eating pomegranate with your hands and thinking about some one you love

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listen to me. if youre an adult you have the ability to be an unfathomably kind influence on a child. i had a good teacher who let me break down in the hallway for the whole period because he noticed me crying in class, and before that he complimented my writing skills and encouraged me to persue writing. and man ill never forget that teacher as long as i live for even the miniscule acts of kindness. be kind to kids. you never know whats going on that you cant see.

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hijabi women & art

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jeanette winterson, referenced by victoria chang, says, ‘the best work speaks intimately to you, even though it has been consciously made to speak intimately to thousands of others.’

jorge luis borges, addressing a large audience in the butler library at columbia university, said, ‘a crowd is an illusion. no such thing exists. i am talking to you personally.’

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Studio Ghibli + Butterflies 2

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oh uh. scuse me. just a lil snail crossing your dash

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Alex Dimitrov, from “Living in Time” [ID in ALT]

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a love so nice its echoed in dreams!!

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Views from Mountain Hostel, Gimmelwald, Switzerland. ( via )

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Thawan Duchanee (Thai, 1939-2014), Girl Asleep in the Forest. Linocut, 125 x 125 cm.

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The night gardener once asked me if I knew how citrus trees died: when they reach old age, if they are not cut down and they manage to survive drought, disease and innumerable attacks of pests, fungi and plagues, they succumb from overabundance. When they come to the end of their life cycle, they put out a final, massive crop of lemons. In their last spring their flowers bud and blossom in enormous bunches and fill the air with a smell so sweet that it stings your nostrils from two blocks away; then their fruits ripen all at once, whole limbs break off due to their excessive weight, and after a few weeks the ground is covered with rotting lemons. It is a strange sight, he said, to see such exuberance before death.

When We Cease to Understand the World, Benjamín Labatut

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