Bread and Roses.
Female. 26.
  • mashallah-project:

    a few hairs by d. marvi

    my relationship with my unibrow is tempestuous. some days i hide it away, plucking out each hair with hatred. others, i smooth it down lovingly with rosewater and feed it coconut oil at night to hasten it’s growth. these hairs are one of the many ways i’m navigating my own body while i navigate the liminal space of diaspora. my unibrow evokes both the racial privileged of the homeland and and the racial alienation of the hostland. painting my unibrow gold can be seen as an act of beautification and self-acceptance. conversely, it can be seen as self-orientalization, or, making a prominent physical sign of my racial “otherness” even more so. or, simply, it could be an innocent whimsy. i choose to keep the meaning of this as ambiguous as possible, to mimic my own fluid, love-hate relationship with my unibrow.

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  • "People say to you, ‘you’ve changed’, or something like that, well, I hope, for the sake of God that you have changed, because I don’t want to be the same person all my life. I want to be growing, I want to be expanding. I want to be changing. Because animate things change, inanimate things don’t change. Dead things don’t change. And the heart should be alive, it should be changing, it should be moving, it should be growing, its knowledge should be expanding."
    Shaykh Hamza Yusuf   (via fridafox)

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  • dssgn:

    i don’t think i’ve ever loved a house more than i love this one. it’s absolutely perfect. muntin windows are my favourite.

    oh my goddd, i want a house like this so bad.

    source: mamawatters / mamawatters

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  • coltre:

    This is an old pic I took of one of my friends. We went to the sea, and she told me her boyfriend broke her heart that day. And oh god oh god she was so sad. She took off all of her clothes and jumped in the water without saying a word. I watched her swimming so far and then coming back. When she walked out she sat near the water and I took this picture of her. I’ll never forget her.

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  • slanting:

    Flowerfield (by hlphglnh)

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  • "I fucking lost it as soon as I lost you"
    E.R  (via bodv)

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  • jewist:

    Andre Emmerich watching David Hockney painting the interior of Emmerich’s swimming pool, 1986 May

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  • steppenw0lf:

    "komm kuscheln" sagst du

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  • zeftodeath:

    From the inside booklet of Donker Mag

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  • explore-blog:

    As if we needed another reason to appreciate how amazing bees are: Artist and beekeeper Ren Ri makes breathtaking sculptures using plastic, salvaged wood, and a swarm of bees.

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  • ginandbird:

    visitheworld:

    The Atlantic Ocean Road in Møre og Romsdal, Norway (by Tanisha Systems)

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