The edge of the canvas // The pallete of colors after the painting
those weren’t your weeds to pull / give me back the earth i buried myself under / caring requires tragedy but tragedy required you / bathing in parasitic waters / “Christ, you’re wounded!” cried the beetle / i smashed him between two stones as i remembered Hrabal’s words: / only when we are crushed do we yield what is best
If I have any agency, it is opened up by the fact that I am constituted by a social world I never chose. That my agency is riven with paradox does not mean it is impossible. It means only that paradox is the condition of its possibility.Judith Butler, Undoing Gender (via heteroglossia)
look what I found
Hospital fridges in #Gaza has no more capacity. They’re forced to put dead bodies on the floor.
cryingforthemoon said: Sometimes I stalk your tumblr just to make sure you're doing okay and along the way I reblog some things and I just miss you a lot. Btw 5 days till your birthday. Luh u. (:
whenever i get sad about life, i think about how many good people are in my life, and this girl london being one of the best. i love you best friend, and i miss you like crazy…
Like a shadow,Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī (via trotskywasmyfather)
I am and I am not.