Say



“oh yeah let’s go out today oh oops first i have to walk through this water with seastars ok” 

i’d just lie there in the water 

I’d love this actually

“oh yeah let’s go out today oh oops first i have to walk through this water with seastars ok” 

i’d just lie there in the water 

I’d love this actually

Blue- Pablo Picasso, Henri Matisse, Yves Klein

22 August 2014 ♥ 17,477 notes    Reblog    
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navk:

BY BODIES OF WATER, Naveed A. Khan & Ravneet Sehmbi 
Serving as both an excursion and a discourse on immigrant struggle, By Bodies of Water not only attempts to trace ethnic heritage and provide a voice to the émigré experience, but also seeks to disrupt Western thought on diasporic bodies. The text is completed by rich and detailed illustrations by Ravneet Sehmbi.
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navk:

BY BODIES OF WATER, Naveed A. Khan & Ravneet Sehmbi 

Serving as both an excursion and a discourse on immigrant struggle, By Bodies of Water not only attempts to trace ethnic heritage and provide a voice to the émigré experience, but also seeks to disrupt Western thought on diasporic bodies. The text is completed by rich and detailed illustrations by Ravneet Sehmbi.

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navk:

Some of us are here one day, gone in the next. We all anticipate our own disappearances, but never really one another’s. Life is unpredictable that way. But it is the moments in between that are somehow always unaccounted for, the moments between presence and absence that are left unspoken,…

17 August 2014 ♥ 21 notes    Reblog    
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wryer:

White Roses, Vincent Van Gogh (1890)

wryer:

White Roses, Vincent Van Gogh (1890)

I don’t understand how Obama is the president of America and black people’s rights are in this state.

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Independence Day ›

divydatta:

On this independence day when you are having sweets and celebrating, take a minute to remember the history. Take a minute to remember the horrible and brutal violence that has plagued us. Remember the atrocities of colonialism and the British Empire but also remember our father…

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❝ Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors. ❞

 Charles Bukowski (via navinkoke)

13 August 2014 ♥ 100 notes    Reblog    
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Grateful

Admittedly, some days I am not the most pleasant person to be around. Little things irk me, and I refuse to let them pass. On such days, I hate things with unwarranted vehemence one moment and love them in the next. I can’t quite tell you why. Its like knowingly taking a train that is going the wrong and fretting about it as the scenery unfolds outside the window. Its nonsense- like that last sentence was nonsense. But I guess all I am trying to say is that your patience is appreciated in these moments more than ever. All I am trying to say is that I am grateful someone puts up with me when I don’t want really to put up with myself. 

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I work at a clothing store and sometimes my co workers and I end up wearing the same tops that we buy from the store. On those days, i swear it feels like an unsaid Who Wore it Better contest is going on.

Some things remain (and the rest turns to dust)

It makes me sad, more than anything- the notion that sometimes people must say goodbye forever. The idea that two people whose lives had once been enmeshed with one another’s might have to untangle their fingers and let go. And after that their paths are never to cross, the old haunts are never to be haunted again. No more stolen kisses, no careless hairs brushed away from the temples. Telephones numbers are changed, some lines are severed entirely. Sometimes the phones sail towards the wall and when the screen cracks, instead of the many memories and conversations that should spill out, it is only a few shards of glass that crunch beneath the soles of wayward feet. It is the most heartbreaking thing to know that someone whose day you once knew by the hour could be sitting in an airport across the city ready to scale the clouds, and you would not have the slightest clue. You used to know the nervous stutter in their voice, but you have no idea that it has long since been abandoned. That necklace that was always strung across their neck now rests in the bottom of a sock drawer. The fact that you still imagine it as you saw them last, perhaps across the table at your once favourite cafe, or leaning against a beat-up car in a forgotten parking lot; not knowing anything but the look in their eyes after the last moment had fallen. It really is the saddest thing that humans must conquer- this yoking of the heart to another, and then having to walk away. To say the last farewell. It leaves train tracks upon the soul. The kind of thing that makes me want to pick up a cigarette even though I do not smoke.