“cafuné [kah-foo-nay]”—(verb) In our list of most romantic words, cafuné is the intimite act of gently running your fingers through your lover’s hair. This untranslatable Brazilian Portuguese word describes the affection of one of the sweetest moments, filled with pleasure and romance, in its purest form for all lovers. (via wordsnquotes)
A life sentence given to a moderate Chinese scholar on Tuesday shows the ruling Communist Party is cutting off dialogue on ethnic tensions and could backfire by radicalizing minorities, scholars and analysts said.
A court found economics professor Ilham Tohti, an ethnic Uighur Muslim, guilty…
“Home and love are hard things for writers to have. Maybe that’s why so many writers pretend we don’t want them. I work alone. I live my work. I should have always lived alone. When I cohabited with G., I carved out “my space,” repeatedly, against the bleeding chunk of us. I travelled to empty myself. By exteriors, I was homey with him; by interiors, I was ravishingly single and alone, but still it wasn’t enough, because at night, after the worst fights, he curled himself around me until he was inside. Slowly, torturingly, I resented him. I wrote the best from furthest away.
“i wanted to write a poem that rhymes, but the revolution doesn’t lend itself to be-bopping…so i thought again and it occurred to me maybe i shouldn’t write at all, but clean my gun and check my kerosene supply. perhaps these are not poetic times at all.”—nikki giovanni (via ethiopienne)
“It takes so little, so infinitely little, for someone to find himself on the other side of the border, where everything - love, convictions, faith, history - no longer has meaning. The whole mystery of human life resides on the fact that it is spent in the immediate proximity of, and even in direct contact with, that border, that it is separated from it not by kilometers but by barely a millimeter.”—― Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting (via beingmemm)