I want this world. I want to walk into the ocean, and feel it trying to drag me along, like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass, and I want to resist it.
- Kim Addonizio

Student, enthusiast, activist, traveller, dreamer, aspiring writer, h u m a n,

and, of s u p e r n o v a s.



Orbital Mechanics by Tatiana Plakhova 

This is breathtaking.

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Treehouse, Atlanta, USA by Peter Bahouth | via

Architect Peter Bahouth built a series of houses in the trees connected by wooden bridges in Atlanta. Inspired by his love for nature and his childhood memories of boyhood treehouses, environmentalist Peter Bahouth created this grown-up fort in his Atlanta backyard. The three rooms of this treehouse have been named ‘Mind,’ ‘Body’ and ‘Spirit’ by its owner. A suspension bridge connects the living room to the bedroom that includes a platform bed which slides out for a better view of the tree canopy.

Photography: Lindsay Appel

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Working with the lovely Al, creator of Wardrobe Breakdown.

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zhang haiying

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"You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard. Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again."

T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via exoticwild)
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"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."

Kait Rokowski
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fr muslim girls who considered suicide when the ummah wasnt enuf


fr mariam , khadijah, fatima, hajar, alla , yall,

fr our communities that hold us, 

recite algebraic formulas against evil eye

2 × al fatiha plus 3 astaghfirallahs =

your eyelashes wont fall out

written with such love and concern

fr when we struggle w them

against islamophobia , 

racism , the revolution

do our dawah n make

dua fr you, me, the deen

thinkin abt the dirty linen

we spent all night

folding with our teeth clenched…

this is fr the muslim girls who are nvr

gna marry  

fr the ones who infuse their every day

w islam but still 

arent muslim enuf fr

the ummah

fr the ones who cldnt wake up

to pray because they cldnt

get out of bed

fr the ones who feel like khadijah would understand their hustle but that imam jones wont, fr the ones wearing hijab because its easier than not, the ones who want to and the ones who are tired of talking about it all again, 

the ones in the short skirts and the ones in the lime green abayas , fr the ones in all black, fr the ones who know how to cover up a black eye before the halaqa, 

fr the times we wondered if rape counts as zina, and if it’s double sins because it happened inside the ummah,  

fr the ones who cut themselves open to feel sumthin already lost

fr the ones who skip prayers to smoke, who dont pray unless reciting al fatiha during sex , fr the ones who dont want to talk abt sex 

the ones holding hands in the mall, not bc theyre cuzins but cuzz they find luv in it, the ones who find revelation in the lines of their sweaty palms after reading poetry, playing music, singin more than nasheeds

this is fr the muslim girls who want more than taqwacore, who are stuck somewhere between gnawan night visions in moroccan dance clubs, beanpies n biryani street corners, the ones struggling to fuse worlds apart into peace be upon you and pieces be into me

the ones who experience violence

bt never said alhamdulillah

who arent humble or thankful or patient

fr the ones who are sick of ur shit

bt are too exhausted to say it

we survive on intimacy and inshallah’s,

our spirits are too ancient to understand

the separation of god n growth, 

my faith is too delicate to have thrown back on my face, my faith is

too beautiful to have thrown back on my face, my faith 

is too raw to have thrown back on my

face, my faith is too magnificent to have

thrown back on my face, my faith

is too magical to have

thrown back on my face,

my faith is too pure. 

too mine,

too nuthin,

too everythin, 

to us,

to have thrown

back on my



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"Many women, I think, resist feminism because it is an agony to be fully conscious of the brutal misogyny which permeates culture, society, and all personal relationships."

Andrea Dworkin, Our Blood: Prophecies and Discourses on Sexual Politics (via staininyourbrain)
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