“We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.”

Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena (via larmoyante)

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Her words slay me.

Her words slay me.

I’m a dreamer.

I hate that, sometimes.

Anonymous asked:
I understand your frustration at people assuming it's always Islam responsible, and I am with you on that frustration. However, I believe in this case they believe it to be someone who practices Islam because witness reports state one of the men said "We swear by almighty Allah we will never stop fighting you." before the attack, and there is some footage available. (from BBC news)

I agree there are bad Muslims out there. I know this. I’m not defending them. I’m not even really defending the religion. Because frankly, religion means very little to me.

What I don’t appreciate is the assumption. The scapegoating of Islam is ridiculous. If it were any other religion, or ethnicity, it would be the same.

And please, somebody actually show me this footage, I have read comments from people who have allegedly ‘heard’ this phrase, but I need to see it for myself to believe it.

Woolwich killing: David Cameron condemns 'truly shocking' attack - Telegraph →

I’ve just finished work, so I’ve heard this late.

But honestly, what is wrong with people. The sanity of society is incredibly disturbed. And what really frustrates me, is as soon as terrorism is attached to any sort of attack, Islam is automatically responsible.

I was born a Bengali Muslim. And I don’t necessarily practice my religion, in fact I don’t agree with Religion as a whole, not just on my own. Religion can be a beautiful thing. Actions such as this, are not the act of ANY religion.

People distort religion to fit their own gains. This can happen with Islam, with Christianity, with Sikhism. It is not specific to Islam.

And not every attack, terrorist or otherwise, is at the hands of Muslims. Actions of a few do not dictate the race.

junk0ftheheartt asked:
Your imperfections and what make you beautiful. That's all I have to say. x

Thank you.

I’ve never told anyone this, and it is quite embarrassing, but I remember having an awful memory of being at a school trip to a theme park, and as I was waiting in line for a ride, Pandemonium it was called, and this random guy from outside the barriers said that I looked like Jay Z. I remember being 13, awkward and an ugly duckling, plump with unruly hair and wild eyebrows. My face isn’t sharp and neither are my features, so I had to grow into my face, as it were. And I remember him laughing as he walked away with his friends. And I felt humiliated and just disgusted with myself. I’ve always had insecurities. My obsession with perfection is what leads me to never being happy. I could never be pretty enough, skinny enough, smart enough. I eventually grew into my face and I know that now people look at me differently. I know all too well if I saw the same jerk, he’d probably ask me for my number rather than another obscene comment. But I look at this photo and thousands of others I take, and I think on some level, that I take these photos trying to comfort myself, and to show others, that I am not who I felt I was all those years ago. It’s the same with make up, with my clothing. And I know deep down, I haven’t changed at all. I am still obsessed with perfection. I can never let myself feel ugly, so I try to conceal it. And this underlying vanity, is really, only self-hatred and loathing.

I’ve never told anyone this, and it is quite embarrassing, but I remember having an awful memory of being at a school trip to a theme park, and as I was waiting in line for a ride, Pandemonium it was called, and this random guy from outside the barriers said that I looked like Jay Z.

I remember being 13, awkward and an ugly duckling, plump with unruly hair and wild eyebrows. My face isn’t sharp and neither are my features, so I had to grow into my face, as it were. And I remember him laughing as he walked away with his friends. And I felt humiliated and just disgusted with myself.

I’ve always had insecurities. My obsession with perfection is what leads me to never being happy. I could never be pretty enough, skinny enough, smart enough.

I eventually grew into my face and I know that now people look at me differently. I know all too well if I saw the same jerk, he’d probably ask me for my number rather than another obscene comment.

But I look at this photo and thousands of others I take, and I think on some level, that I take these photos trying to comfort myself, and to show others, that I am not who I felt I was all those years ago. It’s the same with make up, with my clothing.

And I know deep down, I haven’t changed at all. I am still obsessed with perfection. I can never let myself feel ugly, so I try to conceal it. And this underlying vanity, is really, only self-hatred and loathing.

Yeesh.

Yeesh.

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twes1 asked:
Were hiding like chipmunks, making you wonder :)P

Come out of hiding!

I miss you all!

HAS TUMBLR GONE DEAD, WHERE IS EVERYONE?!

….silence.

I’ve cleaned up my following list.

Give me some fresh blogs to follow!

A remote chill.

I still remember
the day Winter came,

frostbite kissed the
thin windows, 
and the cold ushered
itself from beneath the doors,

we couldn’t hold
the heat, so the lights
went out,

but that was not
the worst Winter,

the cold set in
when I needed you,
and the lights froze blind,
when I knew you 
wouldn’t be there,

that was the Winter,
the Winter.

Would love a first date here. Well, would love a date.

Would love a first date here.

Well, would love a date.

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Beast.

Beast.

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