this is a perfect representation of modern democracy
does anybody else legitimately worry about how they’re going to share a bed with their partner when they’re older? like buddy i need all the blankets to make a burrito and then i need to throw them off of me dramatically in the middle of the night and lie spread-eagled across the entire bed how is this going to work
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).
so the other day my friend was trying to get me out of bed so she opened up the blinds on my window for probably the first time ever in order to make the room brighter. later on when i went to close the blinds again, i noticed something i hadn’t seen before in the window of a dorm room across the street