Read the Printed Word! you hear me?
Your neck looks best when you
are drinking wine right from the
bottle and I know the length you
like to keep your fingernails. You
are cute when you hum to music
and think no one is listening. I
like to watch your hands when
you are talking on the phone and
imagining I’m the only person in
the world who knows these details.
If you ever go missing, I will
describe you to the police by
explaining the way your breath
sounds and how your jaw looks
when you are laughing.
anne, little things  (via 33113)


do action movies know they can have more than one female character



  • checking your messages and he hasn’t responded in two days
  • sleeping with an empty stomach
  • when hugs don’t feel like they lasted long enough
  • goodbyes that aren’t properly acknowledged
  • making eye contact with someone who used to care
  • drinking coffee…
I’m okay for a couple of hours
and then,
like a fog,
your absence erases all the details

and I can’t keep warm.
― Piano Magic, from When You Leave Me Alone  (via 33113)
He says: I’m Muslim.
As he brings the double shot of rum to his lips.
I imagine the way it burns as it slides down his throat.
He winces, then smashes the glass against table.
Everyone turns and cheers,
then they go back to their conversations.
He says it again — I swear.
I say: I know.
He looks at me with sad eyes.
Wallahi - he says,
still trying to convince me.
I say: I know.
I watch his eyes turn to glass as he downs another.
I swear I am Muslim - he slurs
I say: I know.
No— he says— you’re judging me, look
and he holds his hands over his ears and he begins to recite.
And I put my hand over his as people begin to stare.
And I say: I know.
And he begins to cry, and his tears look ancient, and his face contorts, and his mouth is open but there is no sound, and his body shudders.
And he tries again and again, never getting past Bismillah.
He keeps on saying “No you don’t understand I am Muslim, I am Muslim, I am Muslim, I am Muslim”
I know, I say.
And he holds the bottle to his mouth and he almost swallows it whole, and he says “marry me Aasiyah, I am a good man, my father is a hafiz of Quran,
it is just this Dunya, it is this world that has killed me”
I know, I say
I know.
― Key Ballah, an encounter.  (via ismiamora)


I think it’s amazing how much women can carry in their hearts, on their backs and shoulders, in their throats.


*swallows unlit cigarette* it’s a metaphor


mom that cigarette pack you found in my bag??? its a metaphor