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{Alice Oseman, Radio Silence/ Emily Palermo, from Untitled/ Franz Kafka, from Diaries/ Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar/ Marya Hornbacher, Waiting/ Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Galatea Kazantzaki wr. c. May 1922/ Mahmoud Darwish/ Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; "The Old Portrait"/ Lyric Hunter, from "A Garden," Swallower/ Albert Camus/ Varsha/ Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Meek One}

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bittersweet - rumi, billy joel - piano man, haruki murakami - norwegian woods, hao jingfang - invisible planets

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AS IT WAS // HARRY STYLES

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i feel like i just witnessed someone plant a seed, grow a beautiful rose, and dump acid on it just when it's fully bloomed

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"If this is all we get, then let's take it. I want to be fearless and free," she says giving me a look, daring me. "It's just life, Will. It'll be over before we know it".

Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart.

1. Five Feet Apart X The Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh, 1889.

2. Five Feet Apart X Terrace of a Cafè at night by Vincent Van Gogh, 1888.

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Detachment (2011)

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“Don’t ever let someone tell you that you can’t do something. You got a dream, you gotta protect it. When people can’t do something themselves, they are going to tell you that you can’t do it. You want something, go get it. Period.”

-Will Smith

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-ON BEAUTY AND WOMEN

credits:

in the dream house- carmen maria machado // unknown // anne carson // brand new city- mistki // @heavensghost on tumblr // macbeth act 1 scene 5- william shakespeare // white oleander- janet fitch // a woman’s beauty- susan sontag // pinterest

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You will always remain in my heart as a symbol of power.

More power to you.

This is out of the blue! I am Afghan and I am currently living in Afghanistan. Today (15 Aug 2021) the Taliban entered the capital city of Afghanistan which is Kabul. The government is going to change to an Islamic Emirate of Afghanistan. They ruled in Afghanistan for 5 years, 20 years ago. I've heard stories about them since I'm 19 and luckily was not yet born. And let me tell you the stories were terrifying, but they were just horror stories to me and I never thought that I'd be living under their regime, but here we are.

Let me tell you something shocking: girls can only study up to 6th grade. The future of female students in universities hasn't been decided yet. According to what I've heard they go from house to house and ask for girls and women (12 to 45 year olds) for marriage.

As they are just pieces of crap, I don't really believe that they'd let us have mobiles or use the internet. I really hope this isn't my last post in here! But if it is I want to let the world know of what they've done and what they're doing.

Don't forget us!

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•I hide myself within my flower, Emily Dickinsion.

Veer Zaara(2004) X Sunflower Triptych by Iris Scott.

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A Diary of My Eulogy

Dear Diary,

Last night you roasted vegetables and baked some potatoes for her

You never spoke about her

that she was like that one abandoned house

ghosted by a language to translate love

That she eventually grew colourblind to yellow

when she found herself to be a museum,

A museum of all the lost battles with her ownself.

That her mother drew lines on the parts of her body she must cover

Her body had knitted bones of agony

ligamented under her curves

Which is why she was taught to be a woman

Like a woman woman.

But how much woman is a woman?

That she was almost 20 when she was overweight

Trying hard to fit into some ten thousand rules of the society

draped on her where she faded out

like the stain of rusty ink on a tarnished postcard

for the umpteenth time

You should have informed me that

The last time she was found dead

Was years before she was actually buried.

That on most nights, she would just inch apart

From her side of the bed

Bath in tears of poisoned patriarchy

Mixed with her ink to wait,

To wait for you to come to her in verses.

I remember her in blacks and whites,

That she liked the rain

Where she could lament along with the blues

That her favourite flowers were the Jasmines

the ones that bloom only in darkness,

The darkness she wanted to live in,

where she lives now.

I have read that two parallel lines never meet

little did I know that she joined you with the longest ‘I'

That the two ‘I's in her name stood for Inadequate,

of direct sunlight with the filter of early mist.

So tonight, amidst the blanket of darkness

I will set free a jar full of fireflies,

exactly the way she wanted to

Perhaps, she knew the only yellow

where letting go seems beautiful.

I will hold both of your hands

with some Jasmines on the top

And from within the luminescence,

Your pages will hum the lullaby of melancholy

to some of her 206 caged bones under the earth.

I will make sure not to forget an Umbrella,

For the clouds may also feel heavy.

~Aditi