no one warns you about the amount of mourning in growth.
― Té V. Smith Releasing & Recieving (via pureblyss)

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Become friends with people who aren’t your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn’t the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn’t come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.
― note to self  (via koreyan)

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No soul that seriously and constantly desires joy will ever miss it. Those who seek find. To those who knock it is opened.
― C.S. Lewis   (via januaryist)

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All it takes is one event to set a precedent. If Darren Wilson is arrested for, charged with, and convicted of the murder of Michael Brown, then that means ALL cops can be held accountable for their actions. It means the people can ALWAYS rise up and fight back against police brutality. 

That’s what the cops and National Guard in Ferguson is fighting against. They don’t want this standard to be set.

I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.
― (via sheusu)

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Our heads hang in shame when we hear about rapes. Why can’t we prevent this? When a daughter steps out, parents demand to know where she’s going. But when a son returns home, does anyone dare ask where he is coming from? He might have been with the wrong people, doing wrong things. After all, a person raping is someone’s son. Why don’t parents apply the same yardstick of good behaviour for their sons as for their daughters?

Narendra Modi, the prime minister of India, used his first Independence Day speech to call on parents to take responsibility for the actions of their sons, saying the country is shamed by sexual violence.

(via guardian)

Is Modi suddenly an angel now since he decided to denounce rape. We’re talking about the same Hindu nationalist son of a bitch under whose watch a massacre took place in Gujarat where Muslim women were raped, set on fire and killed by rioters. “He then had the charred bodies (of Muslims) paraded in the main city of Ahmedabad; and let his own party support a state-wide strike for three days. What followed was mass bloodshed: 1,000 dead on official estimates, more than 2,000 by independent tallies. The vast majority of those who died were Muslim.

He hasn’t officially taken responsibility for inciting the violence, much less apologizing for it. Tell me again how a fucking mobile bag of scum who cosigned the pillaging of Muslim communities, including the rapes of dozens of Muslim women, is now suddenly your liberal bastion of woman empowerment.

Fucking eat my ass, you fucking idiots.

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Organised bands of armed Hindus — some from groups tied to Modi’s party — fanned across the state seeking revenge against Muslims for allegedly burning a train full of Hindu pilgrims a few weeks earlier. The Hindu rioters systematically sought out and destroyed Muslim homes and businesses, killing more than 1,000 people. Muslim women were singled out. According to many Indian and foreign sources, including a Human Rights Watch account and a report by an international research team called ‘Threatened Existence: A Feminist Analysis of the Genocide in Gujarat,’ women were stripped, gang-raped, often publicly, and in almost all cases then burned or hacked to death. The reason the violence reached such extremes was that the state police stood back and did not intervene to stop the attacks by Hindu fanatics and even told victims that it could not protect them.
― Shikha Dalmia, What about the women raped in Modi’s Gujarat? (via mehreenkasana)
I don’t care about Ferguson.”
“Stuff in Gaza doesn’t really affect me.”
“Iraq has always been a mess anyway.”
“There’s always some new disease in Africa.”
“Syria’s basically a world away.
― If you are neutral in situations of injustice, have chosen the side of the oppressor. (via oeua)

Never forget
When your classmates wrinkled their noses at the scent of your lunch still lingering on your clothes,
Even though their ancestors had conquered half the world in search of the spices you ate.

Never forget
How they jeered at your mother’s bindi, making crude jokes about how ridiculous it looked on her,
And after ten years, how they all wore the exact same ornament on their own foreheads to keep up with the current trends.

Never forget
When they repeatedly stumbled over the sharp letters which formed your name, forcing you to repeat yourself several times before giving up;
Only to have those very letters tattooed on their own flesh, in a language they do not comprehend.

Always remember
Your culture belongs to you,
Not to them.

― Muneeb Hasan [08.10.14] (via muneebb)
And she was beautiful, in the way an inferno was beautiful… if the touch of her pale hand scalded him so, an embrace would scar him, and a kiss would most certainly end him.
― Celestial Dynasty (Extract)