I came across this special folio of poets from Gaza published by peripheries (an annual publication by Harvard Divinity School’s Center for the Study of World Religions). It was published in 2021 and edited by Tayseer Abu Odeh and Mosab Abu Toha. You can read the seven poets here.
“If you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
I love that every INFP playlist I've ever listened starts all cute and sweet and progressively gets more and more depressive and fucked up because haha yeah we do be like that
“How do I look away now that I have seen you?”
— — Rachel Mennies, from “April 18, 2017,” The Naomi Letters
7 years ago while I was taking pictures this beautiful black cat appeared on the farm road where I was taking pictures and then slipped back into the weeds. It felt a little magical.
“Our Inner Guide is not offended that we don’t listen to it…” -Shannon Marie (in her book Crystal Wisdom)
E. Hughes, "Bulldagger in the Garden"
Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed
Ruth Awad, “Reasons To Live”
re-al or fah-ke🤓