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an old and lovely persian song covered by Ghazal Shakeri who also sang on the Bab’Aziz film soundtrack
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I fall in love with people’s passion. The way their eyes light up when they talk about the thing they love and the way they fill with light.
I can’t accept that. I can’t accept that there was only one black woman in the entire film, who delivered one line and who we never saw again. I can’t accept that the bad guys were Asian and that although in China, Lucy’s roommate says, “I mean, who speaks Chinese? I don’t speak Chinese!” I can’t accept that in Hercules, which I also saw this weekend, there were no people of color except for Dwayne Johnson himself and his mixed-race wife, whose skin was almost alabaster. I can’t accept that she got maybe two lines and was then murdered. I can’t accept that the “primitive tribe” in Hercules consisted of dark-haired men painted heavily, blackish green, to give their skin (head-to-toe) a darker appearance, so the audience could easily differentiate between good and bad guys by the white vs. dark skin. I can’t accept that during the previews, Exodus: Gods and Kings, a story about Moses leading the Israelite slaves out of Egypt, where not a single person of color is represented, casts Sigourney Weaver and Joel Edgerton to play Egyptians. I can’t accept that in the preview for Kingsman: The Secret Service, which takes place in London, features a cast of white boys and not a single person of Indian descent, which make up the largest non-white ethnic group in London. I can’t accept that in stories about the end of the world and the apocalypse, that somehow only white people survive. I can’t accept that while my daily life is filled with black and brown women, they are completely absent, erased, when I look at a TV or movie screen.
Olivia Cole - Lucy: Why I’m Tired of Seeing White People on the Big Screen (via noely-g)
although Lucy took place in Taiwan, though.
(via writingwithcolor)
1. It was a Wednesday afternoon. We were out shopping in the city. Your mother called you. I had never heard you speak about me to someone else before. But I tried not to blush and pretended not to hear when you referred to me as “your girl”.
2. 12:35am, you turned the light off and climbed on top of me. You were kissing my neck and I could feel the pressure of my hip bones against yours. Your hands were sliding down my waist. I don’t remember what happened next, but my t-shirt was on the floor and your body was intertwined with mine. I had never felt so close to you before.
3. Our favorite 1980s themed diner by my apartment with jukeboxes at each booth. You put in 25 cents and chose some obscene rap song, blasting it over the loudspeaker. We got a thousand dirty looks from the other customers who were at least three times our age. You and I, giggling and heaving in between bites of food. My mouth hurt from smiling and I hadn’t laughed like that in a very long time.
4. One time I spent the night at your house and you had to be out the door by 6am. It was still dark and cold. Winter. You didn’t make me get up, you let me sleep in your bed. And before you left, you tucked the sheets in around my curled up body and kissed me on the forehead.
5. I never cry around anyone. And although you knew I struggled with depression, you had never seen me cry. One night I was feeling broken and you asked me if I was okay. I never answered you, I just cried. You didn’t say much, but you held me tightly with my head on your chest and that’s all I wanted.
delicatevoids, 5 moments I spent with you where I wasn’t thinking (via wnq-writers)
The face she saw in the mirror while washing her hands was that of a young woman who, time and again, failed to be confident and light-hearted. She had always blamed herself for not knowing how to be joyful. Surely she must have done something wrong so as to spawn unbidden unhappiness. But perhaps people who could not pass the Happiness Test were not at fault. Sadness was not a manifestation of laziness or self-pity. Perhaps such people were simply born this way. Struggling to be happier was as futile as struggling to be taller.
Elif Shafak, Three Daughters of Eve (via hot-fuss-medstudent)
it feels good to know that some people kiss for the first time today, some people finally get their dream job, some people finish reading their favorite book, some people get over someone, some people win against their disorder, some people have a baby, some people go on vacation, some people reunite, some people find a new favorite song, some people sleep next to each other, some people live today, some people survive today.
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