Just Listen

I laid on my bed, alone, and darkness surrounded me. A feeling of anxiety and fear suddenly overcame all of my senses. There was something I was forgetting…or perhaps, I had already forgotten.

Slowly, I reached out with the tips of my memory and touched you. I felt nothing for the first time in years, and the emptiness didn’t scare me.  My eyes were wide open, and small lights of hope started to illuminate the long forgotten rooms within my mind. 

The gash on my soul was still there, but something had changed. With more confidence, I explored the surprisingly cold surface and found it soothing.  There was no more blood, no more pus…no more pain.

Time had created a delicate cover of white smoke that prevented me from looking at your sharp eyes and tight jaw. The sound of your steps when you left and the last words you spoke were no more than broken echos.  My lips could no longer recall the warm touch of yours, they were cold and chapped.  You were no longer there, and you weren’t anywhere in my life.

So much time had passed, and I finally understood that you were nothing more than a scar, a memory.  I had finally healed and it was time to create something new in that space, just like new skin covers old scars. 

It was time to move on. 

Today I discovered that it doesn’t hurt anymore. Years have passed, I’ve grown, and it doesn’t hurt anymore.

I’m ready to start walking at my own pace. I’m ready to live. 


Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.

Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.

Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via observando)
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Check out this mix on @8tracks: Strings and Lyrics by PocketMag.

Words, too many words.





Saving Face (2012), acid attacks on women in Pakistan

Meanwhile, in America, feminists are complaining about how dress codes are oppressive.

You idiots have never experienced oppression, and pray you never do, because this is what it looks like.

As a South Asian American feminist, let me remind everyone that oppression is not a competition.

Just because we fight one type of sexism doesn’t mean we don’t care about other instances of sexism that don’t affect us directly in our day to day lives.

My heart goes out to this woman and the hundreds of other victims like her. I want to educate people about these kinds of incidents. I support organizations that help women like this.

You may think that dress code issues are trivial, but they are related to a larger issue of women’s bodily autonomy, which affects women’s health and safety.

So please, let’s try to bring awareness and bring about change instead of insulting entire groups of people because they are facing issues that are less scary than the one presented.

oppression is not a competition

thank you so much for this wording

Sometimes I feel as if I should be doing something, but most of the times I don’t have the energy.