Sunday essentials.

July 13 | | |

Gandhi

Nahari: I’m going to Hell! I killed a child! I smashed his head against a wall. 
Gandhi: Why? 
Nahari: Because they killed my son! The Muslims killed my son! 
[indicates boy’s height

Gandhi: I know a way out of Hell. Find a child, a child whose mother and father have been killed and raise him as your own. 
[indicates same height
Gandhi: Only be sure that he is a Muslim and that you raise him as one.

April 29 | | |

yeaverily:

Lewis Hine, “Newsies at Skeeter’s Branch,” St. Louis, Missouri, May 1910.

achagila:

“I loved you since the wind brought you to me.”

- The Wind Rises (2013)

“Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.”

Marianne Williamson (via larmoyante)