it’s so true that the greatest weapon against nihilism and existential despair is to find joy in the mundane and never stop chasing after love
darkened silver jhumkas, worn out kajal, a delicate bindi royally seated between unruly eyebrows, cotton kurtas and georgette dupattas, my middle class desi girl, you invented fashion
i will not login or register
i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing
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if you're feeling powerless right now—and god knows I am—here's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted
life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters
Wounds of the Earth
— by xis.lanyx
Mother watching her girls dancing in the rains, she sees herself, and she sees something that she loves.
Dhaka, Bangladesh
Photo: Istiak Karim
she/her ▪︎ my mind; little organization
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