I was once despised by the rich night-like hue of my skin, until it was realized that I offered a glimpse of the stars through my mind.
—Tshombe Sekou
In efforts to remember who we are, we have stretched our identity—becoming as bridges gripping two continents—stretched across an ocean filled with millions of our ancestors looking up at us…
—Tshombe Sekou
Whispers within a scrambled mind ...
Power Of Thinking can create Miracles
Welcome To My Metaphors
Seeking Truth
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
A music review site
Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
I write about Love. Pain. Art. Sex. Passion. Grief. All of it.
Is this it?
She was devoted to the moon. It’s its darkness she found comfort. In its light, she found hope.
This Blog is about discovering the magic of forests in every aspect of life from a small plant in a metropolis to the forests themselves
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"ONE HELL OF A WRITER"--Derrick Jensen, award-winning author of Endgame~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
by Hina Khan Palwasha
A journal forever stitched into the abyss of the internet
Words. Photographs. Power.
Colours Weaved by Silk and Quilling
Sharing everything
