You will never know
how deep my love for you runs,
how far it travels.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
I’m not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance.
Jon Stewart  (via transformfeminism)

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If you pull the thread
that’s connected to your heart,
I will feel the tug.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
I have to tell you that over the course of several years as I have talked to friends and family and neighbors when I think about members of my own staff who are in incredibly committed monogamous relationships, same-sex relationships, who are raising kids together, when I think about those soldiers or airmen or marines or sailors who are out there fighting on my behalf and yet feel constrained, even now that Don’t Ask Don’t Tell is gone, because they are not able to commit themselves in a marriage, at a certain point I’ve just concluded that for me personally it is important for me to go ahead and affirm that I think same sex couples should be able to get married.
Barack Obama in an interview with ABC News (via nprfreshair)
For the survivor who chooses to testify, it is clear: his duty is to bear witness for the dead and for the living. He has no right to deprive future generations of a past that belongs to our collective memory. To forget would be not only dangerous but offensive; to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.
Elie Wiesel, Night (via bookmania)
How gorgeous a thought
that I am right beside you
and always will be.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

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You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
Remember this:
One day you will be sick.

Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl 

This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous), and their doubts about religion. 

One of the best articles I’ve read all year. Here’s the link

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clarification: the woman who wrote this poem is 15; she started writing at 11

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