omg i’m laughing so hard right now like you know people call having sex “making love” whenever people say that i imagine the two people like doing it i guess (but it’s censored in my head!!) and then after they’re just like lying in the bed and then they reach under the blanket and they take out a cube and they’re like omg we made this together
the night before my family decided to eat a bunch of dumplings and tendon (that shit is delicious) and i literally went out for a run at like eleven pm because i was scared i wouldn’t fit into my dress it was stressful
“You won’t allow me to go to school.
I won’t become a doctor.
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.