but seriously shout out to bi girls who want boyfriends/husbands or have boyfriends/husbands and love them a lot I know people give you shit for “choosing the straight side” and saying like, “oh well society expects you to be in relationships with men” as an excuse to like, be rude or exclude you from wlw/LGBT spaces and conversations and dismiss your complaints about how bi women are treated etc. you’re fucking awesome and you deserve to be in community spaces and to feel safe and welcomed, and you shouldnt have to feel guilty because people think your love is somehow less radical or whatever the fuck. i hope you have a lovely healthy relationship with a boyfriend/husband and he makes you feel happy and loved and accepted.
Trista Mateer, “Baggage”, from Honeybee
[Text ID: I’ve gotten so good / about not flinching at the sound of your name / that people don’t know I’d still throw myself / mouth-open into the ocean / for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it. /End ID]
tumblr should do that thing netflix does where if you try to screenshot a post the screen blacks out. this would prevent containment breaches to instagram/twitter/tiktok and would force people to start coming up with their own jokes. more importantly it would allow a lot of us to stop living in fear
GET TO KNOW ME: my ultimate comfort movies [ 2/15 ] ♥︎ to all the boys i’ve loved before ( 2018 ), dir. by susan johnson
i write a letter when i have a crush so intense that i don’t know what else to do. rereading my letters reminds me of how powerful my emotions can be, how all-consuming. and margot would say i’m being dramatic, but i think drama can be fun. just as long as no one else knows about it.
“…As true as this is, fanfiction cannot be compared to the works of serious, dedicated authors, nor can it be compared to established literary works. Someone whose never in their life imagined a character, setting or plot of their own, entirely independent from the work of someone else, cannot call themselves a serious author. Fanfiction is an amalgam of borrowed intellectual property, a handful of rehashed plots, and a honestly God-awful collection of over-used but seldom understood tropes, purple prose and plot devices that have been passed around from the first fanfic ever published.”
I want to study at an American university.
i will spell colour as color and use degrees fahrenheit. i would watch big bang theory on FOX all night while drinking a coca cola with my roomates. i’ll have hotdog and hamburger every day that’s worth 5 dollars. i would go to tailgate parties every night. i am also more likely to meet rednecks, Big Time Rush, Taylor Swift and the president.
arabic is the real language of love fuck french and italian
تزوّجتني رغم أنفَ القبيلةْ
رغم انف القبيلةْ
وأعطتنْي زينبَ وعُمَرْ
رغم أنف القبيلةْ
وعندما كنتُ أسألُها : لماذا؟
كانت تأخُذُني كالطفل إلى صدرها
وتُتَمْتِمْ لأنكَ انت قبيلتي
she married me, in spite of the tribe
and she traveled with me, in spite of the tribe
and she gave me zaynab and omar, in spite of the tribe
and when I used to ask her why
she would take me, like a child, against her chest
and say “because you are my tribe”
— nizar qabbani
افدي قمراً لاحعلينا وتلالأ
ما احسنه رب تبارك وتعالى
قد حل بروحي فتداعفت حياة
واليوم نأى عني عزاً وجالاً
ادعوه سراراً واناديه جهاراً
ان ابدلي الصبوة طيفاً وخيالاً
لو قطعني دهري لا زات انادي
كي تخترق الحجب ويروين وصلاً
لا مل من العشق لو مر قرون
حاشاه مللاً بي حاشاي مللاً
العاشق حوت وهوى العشق كبحر
هل مل إذا ما سكن الحوب زلالاً؟
Yes! My soul will be sacrificed for you!
You are the full moon. You rise, and you shine.
Praised and glorified be God for that shine!
You invaded my soul, doubled my life.
Then, you left—with that noble pride of thine.
Today, I pray to you in secret, or
I shout out loud these mad love dreams of mine.
Life tears me to pieces, and still I shout:
Pierce through these veils! Let me drink your love’s wine!
Centuries of loving, and he’s never
bored with love. Never will his love decline.
My lover is a whale, and my desire
pure water—an ocean—with no end time.
Can a whale grow bored in a pure ocean?
— jalal ad-din muhammad rumi
I love you
as if all hearts were a mirror of mine
as if life were invented for my love
I love you
O how much I deleted from your lips
built my heart into a road and a house
hung it as a cloud over clouds
and how I equated beauty with you and her fantasy sprout
and how and how
I love you
the light in your eyes has withdrawn
it has been flooded
our hair like drifts of snow poured on your shoulders
braided, tied or loose
I feel time has melted in my eyelids
solidified and tumbled
Your eyes are two palm tree forests in early light,
Or two balconies from which the moonlight recedes
When they smile, your eyes, the vines put forth their leaves,
And lights dance … like moons in a river
Rippled by the blade of an oar at break of day;
As if stars were throbbing in the depths of them …
And they drown in a mist of sorrow translucent
Like the sea stroked by the hand of nightfall;
The warmth of winter is in it, the shudder of autumn,
And death and birth, darkness and light;
A sobbing flares up to tremble in my soul
And a savage elation embracing the sky,
Frenzy of a child frightened by the moon.
It is as if archways of mist drank the clouds
And drop by drop dissolved in the rain …
As if children snickered in the vineyard bowers,
The song of the rain
Rippled the silence of birds in the trees …
Drop, drop, the rain
Drop the rain
— badr shakir al-sayyab