I Swear I Go Non Verbal At The Most Crucial Moments

Where I belong

Love the prairies🤍

the palouse // dec. 2024

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by benjaminbarakat

Presenting to you, the f-girl. Better than the f-boys.

Photoshoot from 2014 by Kurt Iswarienko.

Indeed

they hate me for my slut waist and recurring self harming behavior

Jk rowling thinking she's all that but she's just Andrew tate for middle aged women

hi, by the way, if you think that being a "feminist" includes hating trans people, let me know now so i can block you <3

I recently finished reading the kite Runner and oh my god was it eye opening. By the end of it, I was bawling my eyes out, and my lids hurt from being pressed down so tight. But even in the darkness of humane sorrow I saw a fleeting glimpse of turmoil that countless children like Hassan—and later Sohrab face. Not just in Afghanistan, but all over the world. Aptly, there's a lot of children in the world, but not enough childhood of each.

Humanity is weird. It pats your back, consoling you that there is good in the world one moment, and the next time you're looking at your scars in your mirror at your home, you can hear the voices of the same humanity, whispering in your ear that you're impure, for Sohrab; that you're a monster, for Amir; and lastly, you're illegitimate, loyal to your grave like a dog, and naive, for Hassan.

2 boys. Then 3 men. And 2 exemplary mentors. And 2 wilful women.

9 people. One story. One fate. One destiny. But many versions, many unheard rhapsodies.

Welcome home, Hassan. You'll eventually be loved proudly and boldly from the people you love. Welcome home, Amir. You'll eventually learn that what you did was wrong, but you were an affection starved child, and that isn't your fault. Welcome home, Sohrab. You aren't dirty or sinful, the dark corners of the world are.

For all of them, a thousand times over.

Happy New Year's to all of you on here!

Though a year isn't a scientific concept—you can't bind it, you can still indulge in a celebration of glitter and joy celebrated by your kind all over the world—hence, Happy 2025 to all sticking around! Much love. 🤍

What's life without a little melancholy and sorrow?

"God is just man reimagined."

"I have always felt that a human being could only be saved by another human being. I am aware that we do not save each other very often. But I am also aware that we save each other some of the time." — James Baldwin on How to Live Through Your Darkest Hour and Life as a Moral Obligation to the Universe

[Belles-lettres]