Salinyay-blog - Bananafish

This was the summer I bathed in olive oil and sat on the sidewalks  of Jerusalem eating pistachio ice-cream with the old man whose ancient face tried to explain to me that we fought with our hearts and not our heads– therefore we would never win.

Annemarie Jacir, excerpt of ‘Pistachio Ice Cream’ (via pairedaeza)

And if you ever stumble upon me asleep in dim light, next to a journal of written words. Take a photograph. My mind wide open… yet totally at peace.

-fna (via herlittleblvckbook)

I want to open my mouth and sound a language that calls all language home.

Nickole Brown, A Prayer to Talk to Animals (via tristealven)

I try to gain on thoughts Collected

Scramble to top For perspective

A mind is slippery With justification

It’s so easy / to pool / At the bottom

maghrib at home

Mouna Kalla-Sacranie © more here

An anchor doesn’t hold you back. It grounds you.

Bruce Adler (via wnq-writers)

The Darkest Truth About Love from Hannah Jacobs

Lost to be found