ubiquitouss:

L‘Âme Déchirée – Leoncio-Harmr

aashiqal-islam:

“Every soul shall taste death” [3:185]

I don’t trust forests. Not a bit.

If I were dim as the sun,
night I’d drill
with the rays of my eyes,
and also
all by my lonesome,
radiant self
build up the earth’s shriveled bosom.

On I’ll pass,
dragging my huge love behind me.
On what
feverish night, deliria-ridden,
by what Goliaths was I begot –
I, so big
and by no one needed?

from To His Own Beloved Self The Author Dedicates These Lines, Vladimir Mayakovsky

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manifest05: The Al-Ghadir Mosque in Tehran by Jihagir Mazlum Yazdi in 1980.

ubiquitouss:

Andrei Tarkovsky, Stalker, 1979

“Popular folklore would have us believe that deep in the underworld there are ruthless men who fear nothing. This story should debunk that myth.”

kamutao:

let’s dance

Something my mama experienced, and I’ve seen similar: how much white folks hate and resent their kids. Shortly after my family dropped me off at Vancouver a few months ago, she was at a Tim Hortons. Noticed a little white girl begging her mom to get her some doughnuts, hungry. Her mother, rather viciously if my own’s recollection serves, said no, dinner would be served at the city three hours later. When her kid asked her why, it wasn’t to do with spoiling an appetite, or a child’s upbringing. “It isn’t in my budget.” The bag bigger than the fragile human being borne of that woman’s flesh and blood and passion, apparently, was. And so was her luxurious garments and luxurious car. She didn’t even cry, complain, it was the defeated begging that broke through vagrants on streets, when repeated monotones or tactical displays of poverty broke through and collapsed on you and you realize you’re just a fucking hungry being with wrinkles and thoughts and you deserve not to feel like your stomach is screaming at you violent harsh non-words. “It’s just one doughnut, mommy.” That thing white people do with their tongues to silence their children’s ‘scenes’, I will not quote. Cue the husband entering the establishment, “What’s taking so long?” Cue the argument. The sum of it was that “It’s not in my budget either!”. He ended up getting the forlorn-looking siblings in the car chips and other snacks and if there are other details, I am glad I’ve forgotten them.

“Honestly beta, I felt so bad. I wish I stepped in and bought that girl the food myself but I did know if that would make it worse. Ya Raheem.”

abustaif:

I will die before I put my parents in a nursing home