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آج سے پہلے کب اترا تھا دل میں اتنا گہرا چاند.

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Polaris in Dust Clouds © Miguel Claro

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Supermoon. Temple of Poseidon, near Athens, Greece. July 3, 2023, by Alkis Konstantinidis

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I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.

Rumi

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“Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via moaka)

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I read Kafka ,dostoevsky ,sylvia plath, virgina Woolf and camus I hope you won't have a problem dealing with my personality

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u know that light misty fog right after it rains ? well thats me

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THINKING ABOUT the merging of sailors and ship that takes place in the act of sailing & how the ship becomes more and more human and the sailors become more and more mechanism until at some point it perfectly evens out & their bodies are enmeshed to the point there's one great seamless living Body with many parts. thinking about how if it's a warship the wood of the ship is absorbing the blood and sweat and tears of the sailors and the sailors are likewise absorbing elements of the ship. thinking about how they've both got ribs

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The actual smell of rain comes from plants. When plants are in drought they produce oils in replacement for waters. When the time comes and it finally starts raining the plants get their needed water and they release these oils in the air and the smell of that oil is what we call smell of rain

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i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

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“I had no language for what was passing through me.”

— Meena Alexander, from “Fault Lines,” originally published c. 1993 (via violentwavesofemotion)