Quotes added on Friday, September 18 2015


I'm sorry I didn't speak up for you. I kept quiet, and bit my lip, just like I always do. But my insides hurt, remembering the look on your face, and the hurt in your words. I'm sorry I didn't speak up for you then. I'm so sorry, and I promise you, next time I will be resilient for the both of us, and make them all think again.
 





14 year old Muslim boy builds a clock to school and brings it to his teacher and he gets arrested because she thought it was a bomb.
SO, they didn't call a bomb squad nor did they evacuate the school like you should do when there is bomb.
They didn't even get far away from the "bomb." They made him stay in the office with his "bomb."
They took pictures of his "bomb."
WOW.

 




Asians and Africans are so diverse and beautiful.
It's such a shame that we barely get appreciation.
Such beautiful cultures, 
beautiful people,
amazing food,
nice music,
fabulous fashion.
We slay.


 

"My mother learned 
the english language
so when she spoke,
others would listen.

But when she cries,
I can hear her native tongue.

When my mother cries,
I know how long she has been silent.

—  Pavana पवन

You probably shouldn’t be speaking in place of a Muslim woman, for Muslim women, if you aren’t a Muslim woman. You know, because… you kind of have no idea what we’re going through. And you can’t express it in your own voice.

-Tumblr

 





Fxck you if you shame someone who doesn't know English.
Knowing English doesn't make you better than someone else.
It doesn't make you superior.
It doesn't make you smarter.
Stop expecting everyone to know English for you.
English isn't superior to any other language.
 
got to see my sister for the first
time in two years.
My mother married my father
because they were in love.
She did this
In a world that frowned upon
marriages from inter caste because
it was believed that
one sect of religion was better than the other.
In that world,
she married from another religion
despite every family member’s No,
despite every obstruction.
Her love is brave.
While growing up,
I saw her love this man
with all her heart.
She gave up everything
for her trust in love,
in his love.
Her love is soft
and hopeful.
She got gentler
more adjusting
in a house that was different
from the one she grew up in,
the one she had forsaken.
Her love is giving.
I was born through my mother’s love.
I was brought up with that type of love.
The all sacrificing, brave, gentle kind of love.
But darling,
My love is hesitant.
Because I know,
Love is not made of one person loving too
much.
My mother’s love was this beautiful because
my father met her halfway.
My father’s love is strong.
His love gives.
His love braves storms.
His love is fearless.
He took all the love she gave
And knew how to return it back
without expectations
with more of him
and with love
that defies reason.
My love is brave too.
My love may not be loud
but it echoes
with your name.
This is the legacy
I grew up with.
How can you look at me
and expect any less?
So, meet me halfway.
Meet me halfway
in between this madness and reason
where love made a home
from broken traditions
and young, hopeful love.
 




 
i'm a cute lil thing but also kinky af 
 

All I have going for me is sarcasm, resting bxtch face, huge thighs and really good eyebrows.

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