A lot of compelling stories in the world aren’t being told, and the fact that people don’t know about them compounds the suffering.

Anderson Cooper (via milksheikh)

They came in armoured vehicles and there were some tanks. They shot five bullets through the door of our house. They said they wanted Aref and Shawki, my father and my brother. They then asked about my uncle, Abu Haidar. They also knew his name.

My mum yelled at them. She asked: ‘What do you want from my husband and son?’ A bald man with a beard shot her with a machine gun from the neck down. Then they killed my sister, Rasha, with the same gun. She was five years old. Then they shot my brother Nader in the head and in the back. I saw his soul leave his body in front of me.

They shot at me, but the bullet passed me and I wasn’t hit. I was shaking so much I thought they would notice me. I put blood on my face to make them think I’m dead.

matturday:

the best way to a girl’s heart is to cut a hole and dig it out of her rib cage 

aaakiras:

and i want to play hide-and-seek and tell you i like your shoes and give you tapes you don’t listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you’re sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the tv programme i saw the night before and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much i love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your arse and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and worry when you’re late and be amazed when you’re early and be sorry when i’m wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish i’d known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you’re angry and tell you you’re gorgeous and hug you when you’re anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when i smell you and offend you when i touch you and whimper when i’m next to you and whimper when i’m not and dribble on your chest and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think i don’t mean it i do always have from the first time i asked you and wander the city thinking it’s empty without you and want what you want and think i’m losing myself but know i’m safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less and answer your questions when i’d rather not and tell you the truth when i really don’t want to and try to be honest because i know you prefer it and think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who i am and try to get closer to you because it’s beautiful learning to know you and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love i have for you.

aaakiras:

YOU SHOULD HAVE COME! say people who didn’t invite you in the first place