There Is So Much Pain And Self-hatred In The Stories Of The Hair Of Women Of Color.

Translation: I still believe That a person doesn’t die all at once Instead they die one piece at a time Every time a friend leaves a piece dies Every time a lover deserts us a piece dies And every time a dream of ours is killed a piece dies And then death comes to find all the pieces dead and carries them away ..

Amrit Photography

When I lie it’s often because I don’t want to spend time explaining the truth.

from weheartit

Tumblr would enjoy this I thought

Ramta Jogi - Taal

4 weeks of mercy. 30 days of worship. 720 hrs of spirituality. 43200 mins of compassion. 259200 secs of happiness. #Ramadan  Kareem!

Every night When the  Moon gets  sleepy And  the Stars  sing the drowsy  Lullaby  I start  Weaving The silky threads Of our  broken love  Together And Try to create A dream Out of that A dream Where We’re so  close to Each other Close enough To hear Our restless  Heartbeats To smell Our souls To share The warmth To nudge Our aching hearts To alleviate Our excruciating pains To wipe out The diamond drops That roll down  From our eyes I keep on  Weaving  And weaving Until the  Reality slaps And I open  My eyes And find Myself Alone

Biplab Karak (vippik)

I just wish someone could explain to me Why I am most at peace when I am alone And most lonely when I stand in a crowded room.

Why is it that solitude is comforting

But loneliness is haunting?

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Ria: make your funny face! *makes a funny face* Me: hey, why didn’t you make a funny face? Ria: I’m cute, I can’t look funny. You’re ugly, you always look funny.

Lmfao insults by a 6 year old are the best because you know they have no filter.