I miss kissing. I miss cuddling. I miss sex. I miss intimacy :(
did i ever tell you guys the story of when i did a qualifier and in one of the rounds i looked at my opening hand and it was five chandras and two mountains and thats when i learned you should not make a deck 10 minutes before the tournament starts
I’ve kept a really embarrassing hand before where my opponent played a card to look at my hand and I conceded because I was too ashamed.
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).