It shouldn’t mean anything but it does. It always means something. But I hope one day it doesn’t.

Anonymous asked:
Why do you write?


To feel. To remind myself I am human. To love better. To practice patience, to be wiser, to learn to appreciate the growing pains. To salute every ordinary hero. To live instead of wanting to die. To become the person I always wanted to be, to leave my old self behind. To feel the universe beneath my hands. To marvel at the wonder of it all. To breathe easily. To let go. To let other people in. To open my own eyes. To heal.

When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.
Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak (via quotethat)


Muslim sisters thirsting for Aladdin, love yourselves. The true (Disney) man you should be thirsting for is Shang from Mulan who actually goes to visit Mulan’s family before making any moves on her. MashaAllah, Li Shang, keep up the halaal.

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

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My head is overflowing with thoughts I can’t allow anyone to know about.
凛として時雨 - “Abnormalize” (via lipstick-bullet)

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if you’re gonna converse with me, talk about subjects. not people.

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