#mahmound darwish

[asoftepiloguemylove]

can you do a web weave about being unable to love. you’re not sure if it’s trauma or born like this. but you feel like an impostor whenever you tell someone you care for them. because your ability to care is impaired. and you get tired and bored of people easily and are unable to form human connections somehow

i hope you're doing well <33

Anaïs Nin Fire; “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937 / Clarice Lispector The Stream of Life / pinterest / Louise Glück Faithful and Virtuous Night / unknown / Mahmound Darwish In the Presence of Absence

[lovely-abeille]

Hi, could you make a web weave about people trying their best but it not being enough

north country, mary oliver // blue rotunda, louise glück // not strong enough, boygenius // rilke's book of hours, rainer maria rilke // fernando pessoa // memory of forgetfullness, mahmound darwish

[0-ves-writes-0]

"We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are."

-Mahmound Darwish

[cytaty-darling]

„Minąłem wiele oczu, ale zatraciłem się tylko w twoich.”

- Mahmound Darwish

[inkfulinsight]

Inspired by Mahmound Darwish poems. I think it is at least.

[lalaland-001]

You won’t find the same person twice, not even in the same person.

- Mahmound Darwish

[malewifee]

Mahmoud Darwish // Hozier // Rainer Maria Rilke // Shanon // Karen Cowley & Hozier // Unknown

[thehoplessone]

I Come From There

I come from there and I have memories Born as mortals are, I have a mother And a house with many windows, I have brothers, friends, And a prison cell with a cold window. Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls, I have my own view, And an extra blade of grass. Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words, And the bounty of birds, And the immortal olive tree. I walked this land before the swords Turned its living body into a laden table. I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother When the sky weeps for her mother. And I weep to make myself known To a returning cloud. I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule. I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.....

By Mahmound Darwish

[pragnificent]

Sarcasm helps me overcome the harshness of the reality we live, eases the pain of scars and makes people smile. The sarcasm is not only related to today’s reality but also to history. History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.

Mahmoud Darwish

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"What's the use of Spring if it doesn't please the dead and show them the joy of life and the shock of forgetfulness?"

Mahmoud Darwish, Mural, 2000 (trans. John Berger & Rema Hammami)