Rainer Maria Rilke, From A Letter Featured In The Dark Interval: Letters On Death

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bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

I love my daughter already whoever she is

you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.

Kaveh Akbar

When Allah inspires your tongue to ask, know that He wants to give. 

Ibn Ataallah (rahimullah)

it is my birthday today. as a gift to me, tell someone you know about palestine, but don’t just tell them about our death. tell them about our life, the way we crowd around to flip the maqlooba, the insistence that someone else eats first, the tatreez we’ve woven into the fabric of our history, tell them about the soap from nablus, the oranges from yafa, the olive oil. tell them about our poetry, our art, our folksongs. tell them that we were, and still are, human beings who bore witness to the worst parts of humanity but searched for compassion anyway.

i literally can’t stop thinking about this video and i lose it every time

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “All Day Long There Is a Bursting”

JENNY HOLZER, DETAIL FROM LUSTMORD, 1994