Diaries of a Modern Gypsy

A feminist. A poet. A heady mix of fire and blood.
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April 23, 2014 at 2:53am
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i will never understand why some
women think some women are
competition when the monster
we are trying to defeat is too
big for a single one of us
to handle

— rupi kaur (via rupikaur)

April 22, 2014 at 9:40pm
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Names

Names

2:30am
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It takes a whole village

It takes a whole village

April 12, 2014 at 12:38pm
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The Darjeeling Distinction: Labor and Justice on Fair-Trade Tea Plantations in India →

anniekoh:

(via ephemeralblues)

April 4, 2014 at 10:08pm
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it will seem as if everything keeps falling apart, and you sit there hopelessly trying to piece it all together just to let it break again

7:43pm
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From Anonymous:

rupikaur:

Life is full of failures and we learn from them. They make us stronger. But what we don’t do is show arrogance or superiority. For those who do, are making the ultimate failure in life. Treat people how you want to be treated:Is one of the lines I’ve learnt to live by recently. Karma will come and bite them in the backside. Just wait and see.

April 1, 2014 at 4:56am
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'do heartbreaks hurt like broken bones. because if they do, you'll be alright. i've broken those before, and they all healed pretty fast'

March 31, 2014 at 5:57pm
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My mind is forever divided between the East and the West. When my thoughts speak to me in Hindi, I can hear my mother and I know which way I must go. It’s only when my thoughts speak to me in English that I start to forget; when I think in English, words become motherless, my thoughts orphaned. When I think in English, I forget who I am.

—  ||  Maza-Dohta   (via maza-dohta)

5:18pm
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rupikaur:

A little piece I worked on with a friend for his upcoming album “when colour lost light”.  In this poem i personify the colour blue.  how it represents emotions associated with a woman’s love story.  It’s about how something which is once so great can turn so ugly.  The positive and negative connotations of that very thing.  Where once blue reminded her of the man she loved, it became the colour that broke her when he left.  the colour that haunts her.  the paradox.  the binary.  

Manvir’s (Daysdeaf) is so wonderful.  I’ve been watching him perform for a few years now and every time i do, he makes me fall in love with the essence of music.  This was the first time we worked together on a project.  He gave my vocals so much life.  



5:17pm
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to the one who
thinks i write for
him
there is no space
for toxicity in
my poems

— rupi kaur (via rupikaur)