Traci Wise:
“I found my son sitting having a moment with his daddy (SFC Benjamin Wise) the other day. We lost him January 15 in Afghanistan… we cannot forget about the incredible loss these children must undertake.”
Crying. The two baby mice I’ve been caring for since Wednesday both died in my hands.
I don’t know why. I did everything right. I feel like an idiot crying over mice like this.
FUCK SCHOOL AND DRUGS AND MY PARENTS AND BOOZE AND AUTHORITY AND SOCIETY MAN FUCK THE WORLD AND BITCHES IM HARDCORE AS FUCK MOM CAN YOU DRIVE ME TO THE SHOW
You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick.
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.
Here’s the link (via blua)
(Source: katyuno)
Via Born to be one with that which the public scorns.
I always end up with tears dripping down my face during this scene. (The music for this part is beautiful)
(Source: icanbarelysay)
About me
This is just a conglomeration of things that amuse my twisted mind.
