~ Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via girlwithoutwings)
Today has been nothing but relentless waves of stress and rage and it’s completely exhausting. It’s 11pm and all I want to do is just curl up and sleep but the shit just doesn’t stop.
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Stomach: | Ladies and gentlemen I shall play you the song of my people. |
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Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous), and their doubts about religion.
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