I Would Kill People To Be Conventionally Attractive Im Sorry

A marvelous spiritual state and mystical experience befell this annihilated one, which cannot rightly be written. From extreme longing I became astonished, and I do not know what I said or did.

— Princess Jahanara, Women of Sufism: A Hidden Treasure, (2003)

i've spent the entirety of my life trying to fit into the cookie cutter of someone else's ideal person, WHEN is it my turn to be adored‼️

in every lifetime i'd boop you guys btw if you even care

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Coming to terms with your mother's humanity

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May Sarton, The House by the Sea

My brother never touches his cricket bat with his feet. It will anger the gods within it, he says. The goalkeeper of my football team kisses the goalpost before the beginning of a match, a silent prayer to the deity within. My sister never puts her paintbrushes on the floor and my father holds his stethoscope with unmatched devotion. You see, the gods are what you want them to be, where you want them to be. In your mother’s lap, in your best friend’s hug, in the coffee you are almost addicted to, in the equipments of the gym you love working out in or in the books you bought but will never read. The gods are wherever you want them to be. The gods are wherever you need them to be.

"In my culture, we know death intimately. In Arabic, the highest expression of love is the phrase "ya'aburnee" Translated "you bury me" . It means "I love you so much, I'd sooner die than bury you". It was used by mothers in our lineage who were so used to losing their young in war. In my culture, we cannot talk about love without speaking death's name"

-George Abraham, "Untitled," Published In Black Napkin Press

Litan, 1982, Jean-Pierre Mocky