Karispective

4kuma:

In ancient Rome; men found guilty of rape had their testicles crushed between two stones.

Personally, I think they should start doing this again

wewillnotgoquietly:

clintasha-s:

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That sounds wonderful.

I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.
Jeffrey McDaniel    (via drapetomania)
I could say that being a writer gives me a high need to emotionally process things and find their meaning. I could say that every rotten thing that happens to a writer is still, in its own way, a gift. An inspiration. But I won’t. What I will say is this: being a writer makes me a healthier person. The poison leaves through the pen. I don’t walk around carrying it all day. Whenever I read my work to a room, I give it away.
Megan Falley, interviewed for Petrichor Review (via nps2013)
I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.

Mark Z. Danielewski, "House of Leaves"

(via larmoyante)

‘No safety for women under the law in Pakistan, none’

brouhahadreamer:

By Fatima Bhutto, The Times, 1 December 2013

Fatima Bhutto’s novel, The Shadow of the Crescent Moon, draws heavily on the pervasive violence in her country

This is what it is like to be a woman in Pakistan today.

Walking across an airport you are told by a stranger, a man in an ironed shirt, a leather belt with a silver buckle and jeans turned-up at the ankle, to cover yourself properly because a peephole of skin — your collarbone, your leg, your stomach — has shown through your salwar kameez. Applying for a visa to Malaysia you are told that as a Pakistani woman you will need to provide a return ticket to prove you are not travelling to the great Islamic state to work as a prostitute (the consulate will not ask a French woman for the same anti-prostitution proof, as though only Pakistani women are suspicious enough to wish to spend that much time in dreary Malaysia).

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zaliartandphotography:

Ishwar Allah. Marker, August 2013. Zulfikar Ali
Inspired from the song composed by Gandhi ‘Ishwar Allah terey naam’ Shiva your name is Allah. Here Shiva is represented as an ascetic who rises from the chaos of existence. His trident says Allah and atop his head is the name of Ali from which much of the world springs. Her all faiths are united divided only by names.

zaliartandphotography:

Ishwar Allah. Marker, August 2013. Zulfikar Ali

Inspired from the song composed by Gandhi ‘Ishwar Allah terey naam’ Shiva your name is Allah. Here Shiva is represented as an ascetic who rises from the chaos of existence. His trident says Allah and atop his head is the name of Ali from which much of the world springs. Her all faiths are united divided only by names.

I am grateful to have been loved and to be loved now and to be able to love, because that liberates. Love liberates. It doesn’t just hold—that’s ego. Love liberates. It doesn’t bind. Love says, ‘I love you. I love you if you’re in China. I love you if you’re across town. I love you if you’re in Harlem. I love you. I would like to be near you. I’d like to have your arms around me. I’d like to hear your voice in my ear. But that’s not possible now, so I love you. Go.’
Maya Angelou (via leighsbliss)
Have patience with all things - but first with yourself. Never confuse your mistakes with your value as a human being. You are perfectly valuable, creative, worthwhile person simply because you exist. And no amount of triumphs or tribulations can ever change that.
Saint Frances de Sales (via h-ealthyvibes)