Falana. Reared fashion-head. Heart and soul for social justice. The visual struggle of a recovering shop-a-holic with strong anti-consumptionist values. Searching for the prescription for a world stuck on stuff. I'll highlight things I find beautiful and moving. My daily dose.
  • Brother: I wonder what Satan looks like..
  • Me: Well, first off his name is Lucifer and he's a fallen angel. According to the bible he was suppose to be super gorgeous.
  • Brother: Really?
  • Me: Yeah. I guess you could say he was....
  • Brother:
  • Me:
  • Brother: ???
  • Me: ... fine as hell.

“.تَمَزَّقْتُ عِدَّةَ مَراتّ
.إذاً
هذا مَا يَدُلُ عَنّي شَيْأً
سِوَى
أَنَّنِي اَعِيشُ في
.حُروب
-
i fell apart many times.
so.
what does that say about me
besides
i live through
wars.”

—nayyirah waheed

(via inderacinable)

(via nayyirahwaheed)

When You Kill Ten Million Africans You Aren’t Called ‘Hitler’   

socialismartnature:

(via truth-has-a-liberal-bias)

“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.”

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

—Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via shayeofodile)

(Source: avraham-chai, via alexandraelle)

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