Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it!
Have a wonderful day everyone :)
(Source: pasdebonsens, via alwaysstayhopeful)
Do you ever wish you had a second chance to meet someone again for the first time?
(via imaan-daar)
Anyone else here in Chicago for the MAS ICNA conference?
Us immigrant kids
will always be
too Eastern for the West,
and too Western for the East,
our identities will forever remain
in disarray.
(via oldpurplechansey)
"As artists we seem to desire like no one else - a desire that often pushes us to the point of madness. We don’t just feel a range of intense emotions; we feel the need to express them to others. Express as a expel. Rant. Rage. Purge. Get them out of our heads and bodies and into the world. Onto the paper, the canvas, the keys. Get it away from us, we seem to be saying - this pain, this joy, this madness; take it away so we no longer have to carry the burden. Because we can’t carry it alone, and we can’t keep it inside."
— Rachel M. Harper, “Black Cool: One Thousand Streams of Blackness” (via purplechansey)
(Source: shiftingself, via oldpurplechansey)
Son of:
Poor
Palestinian
Immigrant
Taxi driver
FatherSon of
Palestinian
Immigrant
American
MotherSon of
Loud
Colored
Parents
Yelling
Obscenities
In languages
Unfamiliar
To ears
Except
My own.Son of
Cancer survivor
Praying
Crying to
Allah
Reserved
Embracing
DeathI am the son of my mother and father. The son of Palestinian Immigrants. The son of Palestine and America.
The son of mama and baba.
(via oldpurplechansey)
"Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable."
— (via purplechansey)
(Source: mols, via oldpurplechansey)
"This is for all the people I’ll never meet. This is for the person I might have kissed had I taken a different subway line on Saturday and the person I might have been if that boy hadn’t broken my mother’s teenage heart. This is for the people I would have loved if last winter hadn’t been so cold and for the city I would have called home if I had written haikus on napkins and carried pens in dress pockets and in the knots of my hair. This is for who I was, who I am, who I might be. This is for you."
— (via purplechansey)
(Source: mols, via oldpurplechansey)
my favourite kind of friendship is one where there’s a mutual understanding of the fact that we both have our own lives so we won’t be able to talk or hang out all the time but when we do talk or hang out it’s like picking up right where we left off
(via oldpurplechansey)
