“My language crawls on the edge of an abyss”
— Adonis, Selected Poems, tr. by Khaled Mattawa
Children of the Sea, by Djamila Knopf.
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just a girl’s night routine
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I am mentally here, as I am physically. My terrible thoughts do not define me. My terrible intentions do not define me. I am deserving of the love that is bound to come to me. My heart is still well-intentioned, I am still well-intentioned. My brain does not reign control over me. I am free, I am calm, I am happy.
“You will never be who you want to be, until you are happy with who you are.”
— Thomas F. Shubnell
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Art by Cycle Circle
Beauty exists because life exists. Vibrant plants look best when they’re well taken care of. Fields of green and patches of grass look best when they’re watered regularly. You can tell when a pet is doing well, fed well, brushed and washed and loved. In people, someone’s kindness makes them more beautiful. Someone’s sense of humor. The snort when they laugh. The way they mispronounce certain words, their habits, their individuality. The color in their cheeks, the little scars and the stories behind them (fell off of a trampoline, thought I could swing without holding onto anything, my sister hit me with the remote because we were fighting over the remote—and the way they laugh or shake their head telling the story). Expressing their emotions. Being fragile and soft. Being loud and talkative. Beauty is so interesting because it goes farther than outward appearances, and sometimes even seems to affect it. I think, the more unapologetically alive you are, the more beautiful you are. The more you find beauty in other people, in the depths of them and not just the way they look, the more you’ll find it in yourself.