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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
and i said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied ‘i have been waiting my whole life for this.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
as a child there was either books or pain. i chose books. -how i became a writer
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
chemistry is you touching my arm and it setting fire to my mind.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
creativity keeps the world alive, yet, everyday we are asked to be ashamed of honoring it, wanting to live our lives as artists. i’ve carried the shame of being a ‘creative’ since i came to the planet; have been asked to be something different, more, less my whole life. thank spirit, my wisdom is deeper than my shame, and i listened to who i was. i want to say to all the creatives who have been taught to believe who you are is not enough for this world, taught that a life of art will amount to nothing, know that who we are, and what we do is life. when we create, we are creating the world. remember this, and commit.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do with this. these flowers pouring from his chest. – weightless
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
i am the line. on both sides there are songs in my name. – bi
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
if the ocean can calm itself, so can you. we are both salt water mixed with air.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
if we must both be right. we will lose each other.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
i like myself. when i am myself.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
islam. is still in my life. we are old soulmates. who could not work out the knots against skin. who could not believe in each other. while believing in ourselves. who could not make each other happy. without. making each other a sadness. who were born to each other. and never fell in love. but we still sip tea. share our hands. touch hearts. every now and then.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
I think gentleness is one of the most disarmingly and captivatingly attractive qualities there are.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
my heart is in my mind. i think this is why i am an artist
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
my mother gave me islam. my father gave me the god of absence. and here i am. a religion made of myself.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
never trust anyone who says they do not see color. this means to them, you are invisible.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
No’ might make them angry but it will make you free.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
there have been so many times i have seen a man wanting to weep but instead beat his heart until it was unconscious.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
there is no healthier drug than creativity.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
there is you and you. this is a relationship. this is the most important relationship.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
the thing you are most afraid to write write that -- advice to young writers
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
the worst thing that ever happened to the world was the white man coming across gun powder. –– the end of the world | the beginning of white supremacy
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
we are houses eaten by rivers because we do not know their smell.
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By AnonymNayyirah Waheed
when you allow that man. to walk through your children. plant his feet. in their veins. hold their voices. necks. bodies. inside his violence. you are no longer a mother. when you give him the key to that door. because you need to be loved by someone. you have seasoned them for the wolf. burned their childhood into a fantasy. it’s going to take a third of their lives. all the courage. from their cells to their hair. to learn the alchemetic formula that turns that kind of betrayal. a demothering. soft. liveable. – before you get that key made
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