My skin's not black, and yet I feel if I
Were to descend the icy night that not
A single soul would see me passing by
His eyes. Would you? Or would you too be caught?
Inside the earth or stars and never feel
What's in between? It's of no consequence.
For if I ever pass, you'll know I'm real
And sight or sound will not be influenced
To make seem true what isn't there, I'll just
Appear, in darkness or in light, and you
Can speak in hollow tones until I trust
Your reason but is reason always true?
Can words express my needs and wants in terms
Of their intensity? Will deeds confirm?

Little girl grown
paining
like a woman
free but alone.
Painting
her desires
on a whim.
Detached
from her past.
The future's dim.
Unattached
and uninspired.
Rusty wagon wheel
by the creek.
Gazing and dazed
to feel
so weak
so young
and so tired.

Huhhhhhh

I swear I didn't delete the pictures of higuchi

My tele is misogynistic

Not my higuchi

Marina was never wrong when she wrote oh no

“What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?”
Soren Kierkegaard

أنا ضد الإنسانية

Benkinserphobia: the fear of not receiving a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on one's eleventh birthday.

صحيح

Today, my philosophy teacher spoke in Latin and said,
Has anyone heard of this phrase?
(proceeded to say it)
I immediately got excited at the mention of Latin.
However, I've never heard of it.
Nonetheless, I connected it with the root of another word, and unconsciously, I screamed
I know.

Anyway I've translated it right

Mens sana in corpore sano