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Language speaks as the peal of stillness. Stillness stills by the carrying out, the bearing and enduring, of world and things in their presence. […] Language goes on as the taking place or occurring of the dif-ference for world and things.

Martin HeideggerPoetry, Language, Thought  (via poetrynotpoetry)

(Source: negre-noir, via nomadmanifesto)

b-sama:

Mahamat Saleh Haroun’s ‘Abouna’ - African Boys Need Love Too

Abouna is a modern African story in which two brothers, 15 year old Tahir and 8 year old Amine (played excellently by Ahidjo Mahamat Moussa and Hamza Moctar Aguid, respectively), wake up to find that their father has left them and their mother. Certain that their father will soon come back, they endure having to hear their mother (Zara Haroun) label him irresponsible, and their football playing friends discount him as unreliable (he is their coach, and him not turning up this time around doesn’t sit well with the team).

Their efforts to find their father lead them to find out that their mother and team mates might have had a point but they’re determined to find him, even if it means seeking him out in film (quite literally). The boys’ search lands them in trouble with the law and, at the end of her tether, their mother decides to send the two town dwelling, upper working-class boys, to a rural Koranic school where discipline is harsh and unremitting, and only serves to bolster their resolve to escape and find their father.

(via ourafrica)

Old memory

looking down on my past

fighting for support

i’m spacing out in this pen

I need a moment

 thoughts and space

look, I have some infection

her reflection makes me feel windy

drawing in old memories that cant be faked

what transpired me to feel so guilty is unknown business

it was her who made the choice to leave as the best option

but do you blame her for feeling neglected

how could she forgive me

I was a fucking thief without stealing objects

leaving countless promises

breaking her secret orbits

dumping her emotions with no compassion

all the sweets I used to feed her

pretending I was nothing like her past

what a fucking Tragic!

she was welling to give me everything i ever asked

would cut me a piece of her if I was sick and in need of organs

she was there when I didn’t have a cent in these pockets

she was so in love but I was selfish

had fire work in her eyes when she sees me after long minute

here is what happened,

I was too dummy to understand real affection

immaturity fed me devil seeds so took her for granted

disappointing her became a routine

burying her expectations and chasing after other chicks

what a fucking dick-

I hope she found a heaven

and someone decent that wont leave her unattended-

K. Ali@2013

To acknowledge our ancestors means we are aware that we did not make ourselves. We remember them because it is an easy thing to forget; that we are not the first to suffer, rebel, fight, love and die. The grace with which we embrace life, in spite of the pain, the sorrows, is always a measure of what has gone before.

 - Alice Walker, “In These Dissenting Times” (via variationalbeings)

Always remember where you came from and be Thankful-

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fahdakulmiye:

Nothing happens unless first a dream on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/23001611

fahdakulmiye:

Nothing happens unless first a dream on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/23001611


How to love a woman.
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there. -Bob Marley 

How to love a woman.

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there. -Bob Marley 

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imjust-dreaming:

Don’t gain the world and lose your soul,
Wisdom is worth more than silver and gold.

imjust-dreaming:

Don’t gain the world and lose your soul,
Wisdom is worth more than silver and gold.

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Soul music!

BrambleBlossom.: People today

brambleblossom:

We’re all so out of touch with what we’re meant for, with the food we are meant to be eating, our priorities, with the way we’re supposed to be living – governed by crazy idiots living in greedy fantasies, with cruel, ignorant, unrealistic goals. How did we manage that? How did these people get…

Great message!

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Outside my window.

Outside my window.