Namasté

"When I woke up, my house was empty"

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All she wanted
was find a place to stretch her bones
A place to lengthen her smiles
and spread her hair
A place where her legs could walk
without cutting and bruising
A place unchained
She was born out of ocean breath.
I reminded her;
‘Stop pouring so much of yourself
into hearts that have no room for themselves
Do not thin yourself
Be vast
You do not bring the ocean to a river’

you are oceanic - Tapiwa Mugabe, tapiwamugabe.tumblr.com (via tapiwamugabe)

(via 5000letters)

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و تاني طلعت اجري من هناك, و عايزة اجري من كل العوالم الافتراضية و اقفل باب الاوضة و اقفل الموبيل و استنى معجزة ما ترجعني تاني لحالة الرضا و الاتساق مع روحي
يلعن ابو العوالم الافتراضية بكل وجع القلب و الابواب الوهمية اللي بتفتحها!

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And how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from it. I have taken it for what it was at its own valuation. And I have not been ashamed of it. Just as it was, it was mine.
~Jack London  (attributed)

(Source: armchairoxfordscholar, via journalofanobody)