One word
Frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
That word is love.
Sophocles (via larmoyante)
(via blacksensation)
But my kenyan friend does legit have 11 husbands back home.
Matriarches por vida.
Wajxaqib' Ee, Caminante Maya
A Mayan living outside of the Mayan lands with optimism to return home one day. This is a collection of thoughts primarily on the Mayan calendar - Cholq'iij - & my notes on spirituality. Other post include decolonization-socio-art-political blah, blah, blah. oh yeah, & lots of images of frybread...
Never forget:
we walk on hell,
gazing at flowers.
Usted nace.
Usted sufre.
Usted ama.
Usted aprende
y usa lo aprendido
para volverse lentamente sabio
para saber que al fin el mundo es esto
en su mejor momento una nostalgia
en su peor momento un desamparo
y siempre siempre
un lío.
Love has not yet wounded you, and so you cannot know the agony that overflows Majnun’s heart. When you do, we’ll share our tales.
Saʿdī (via theconsciousmuslim)
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(via touchdisky)
(via gritosilenciosos)
We do this because the world we live in is a house on fire and the people we love are burning.
Sandra Cisneros, on writing (via coffeetotheorems)
(via bad-dominicana)
Turning the Place Over by Richard Wilson (by liverpoolbiennialtv)
whaaaaaaaat?!
