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The emotional implication of sharing fruit

Oranges By Jean Little, Christopher Citro, "Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks", "Peace Is Every Step" Book by Thich Nhat Hanh, Picture is from the Pinterest, "We Are Okay" Novel by Nina LaCour, "How the simple art of cutting fruit can be an act of love" Perspective by Daniela Galarza in the Washington Post (published on July 25), Picture is from the Pinterest, Serious Concerns book by Wendy Cope, Both pictures are from the Pinterest

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Cooking with your friends is a balm for the soul it doesn't matter how simple the dish tastes it's delicious because you chopped garlic while your friend was chopping peppers in her kitchen and you talked and laughed and all was well

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I think it's so important to have a "nature" calendar in your head, like a way of tracking time that's completely separate from anything work or obligation related, not holidays or anything stressful. For instance I look forward to august because at 8pm every night house finches hang around my window for a few weeks. In spring I love waiting for the magnolias to blossom. Just ways of tracking the time with zero stakes that's completely removed from life's zeitgeist and that you really look forward to

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Tiny details and the aesthetics aren’t merely a side note, they’re as important as anything else.

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at http://justforbooks.tumblr.com

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I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. we may not know each other any more but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is with you too.

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we will always remain the same

fragments of time, 1st century B.C - 200 A.D

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mornings like this

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There is no other alternative to finding happiness. The cage will always follow you

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As you grow older you start to realise that your parents view their eldest daughters as the embodiment of obedience.

I am to obey and to love but no one was prepared for the child I had raised myself to become.

My dad sees me as a prized jewel. Common within the eyes of those who share the same jewel, but priceless in the hands of those that have never touched the beauty of a rare Pearl.

Yet when we are alone, cold waters ran over my skin, pale and shaking as I tried to swim past what my ancestors wished for me to drown in.

“Accept it,” they would scream. Their dark hands squeezing my waist and pulling my hips, slapping my cheeks while screwing wires over my lips.

Blood poured from between my legs and I watched as the blood morphed into a child I wished to never exist. She is mine and I am hers and she exists from my flesh and bones.

My flesh and bones are no longer there. I call for her, but I remembered the prayers my parents had wished on me.

“May your daughter reek havoc on your soul like you did to us.”

And I let her go and allowed her to reek havoc because that is the only way a woman can find herself.

A.E (may our daughters all reek havoc)

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"أنا من أولئك، ممن يموتون حين يحبون."

"I'm one of them, those who die when they love."

– Mahmoud Darwish, Via "nizariat" on Tumblr

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Unleash the horrors of your malignant hatred and let it consume the fractured curvatures of your bones. 

A.E (mistaking hatred for love)

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gratitude for being unwanted

a heart set aflame by the hatred ignited by insensitive parents.

must we apologise for feeling unwanted?

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lost time

feeling nostalgic for something i never had

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“one wild summer“ by edwin zhang for nylon china aug 22

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“You laughed like a metaphor I’ve been trying to write down for years.”

-Rudy Francisco

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mahmoud is my love

"I used to dream of drinking tea with you at night, I mean, to be partners in happiness and in joy. Believe me, my dear, it warms my heart, even if you are far away. Not because I love you less, because love you more."

– Mahmoud Darwish in a letter to "Tamar Ben Ami", Via "tenderfaery"

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It is soul-crushing knowing that whilst there is an unexplored and untouched land beyond the vision of my dreams, I am trapped behind a screen with my arms tied back.

“𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

-𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘍𝘰𝘦𝘳