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by tornadogreg

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Amazing

Cute birds appreciation post

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Translation won't justify the deep meaning of the love words he wrote.. such a heart breaking video 💔

My love, my heartbeat , my life, my soul and heart, my moon.. I love you 💔💔💔💔

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My cat yawned when i was taking her photograph, she has such a long tongue!

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Photos by Ali Awais

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“I was permanently busy wanting and not wanting to be what I was, I couldn’t decide which me, every me was impossible;”

— The Complete Stories, ‘The Disasters of Sofia (”Os desastres de Sofia”)�� by Clarice Lispector tr. Katrina Dodson

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عَنِ ابْنِ عُمَرَ قَالَ: كَانَ النَّبِيُّ صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ إِذَا أَفْطَرَ قَالَ: «ذَهَبَ الظَّمَأُ وَابْتَلَّتِ ال��عُرُوقُ وَثَبَتَ الْأَجْرُ إِنْ شَاءَ الله» . رَوَاهُ أَبُو دَاوُد

Ibn ‘Umar told that the Prophet said when he broke his fast, “Thirst has gone, the arteries are moist, and the reward is sure, if God wills.” (Abu Dawud)

Dhahabaẓ-ẓama’, wabtallati ‘l-`urūq, wa thabata ‘l-‘ajru in shā Allāh.

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John Gould Fletcher, from Some Imagist Poets: An Anthology; “London Excursion”

﹙ Text ID: Yet I revolt: I bend, I twist myself / I curl into a million convolutions: Anything to escape.﹚

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“In dark mirrors is arched the ivory sadness of our hands.”

— Georg Trakl, from Poems and Prose, A Bilingual Edition; Amen. trans. Alexander Stillmark. (via xshayarsha)

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academia aesthetics by university major

Literature

Losing yourself in whimsy, drifting somewhere parallel to reality. Passionate, frenzied writing in the heart of the night. Drinking the moonlight. Love letters lost between moments. Birdsong. Quiet looks, filled with meaning. Opinions you don’t speak out loud. Chopin’s Nocturnes.

Classics

A glint in the eye, like they know something you don’t. Books in different languages, scattered across every surface. Red wine, and blood, and secrets. Spirits stirred by the glorious weight of eras past, tongue heavy with the words of dead men. Marble busts of Greek philosophers. Reality dulling against the music of myth.

Philosophy

Milky tea and introspective mornings. Sun filtering gently into a quiet room. Reading in nature, sinking into the sound of the wind, birds or water. Margins filled with annotations. Long, grand hallways and the echo of footsteps. Conversations that last for hours, but feel like minutes. 

Sciences

Notebooks filled with scattered calculations, terms, and theories, partnered with small pieces of flora and miscellaneous clippings. ‘Eureka’ moments. Wild eyes and chewed lips. Lying awake all night, your head buzzing with ideas. Piles of meticulous notes. Hunching over desks in dim lamplight. The feeling of puzzle pieces fitting together. The smallness of humanity, and the vastness of existance.

Fine Art/Art History

Huge, baroque ballrooms with renaissance paintings on the ceilings. Staring up at them until the real world dissolves and the images spin around you. Early spring. Foxes in the snow. Classical music. Vintage teacups, and slow blinks. Laughter covered by fingers. Dancing where no-one can see you. 

Political Science

Fast strides and black coffee. Enthusiastic debates with peers, and discussions with your professor. Pages and pages of notes, scrawled so hastily they’re almost illegible. Running through the night, laughing with friends and going places you shouldn’t. A cunning smile from across a room.

History

Grand old buildings, shadowed with age and brimming with secrets. Old, rusty daggers. Tentative hands and determined eyes. Fingers stained with nicotine and ink. Old books and letters, shrouded in dust, that no-one’s read in a hundred years. Touching the pages, and understanding what it was to be alive in another time, seeing what they saw and feeling what they felt.

(dm to request a major for part two)

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“I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back.”

— Jack White

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الطيور التي وُلدت في قفص

‏تعتقد أن الطيران مرض

Birds born in a cage

Think flying is an illness.

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To all new drug users.

If you don’t want your friends or family to know that you use you might as well stop Now. In the beginning you might be able to hide it. But eventually, your drug use will catch up to you, and they will be able to tell your a drug addict just by looking at you. Your physical appearance will change and you won’t notice untill it’s too late and by then you can’t quit. Everyone will treat you like a criminal drug addict cause that’s what you’ve become, you won’t even be able to go into a store without bein followed by employees and your family will not want you around and they won’t even answer your calls. If you are just starting to use, quit now, while you have the chance. Save yourself and the ones around you from the physical and emotional damage your addiction will cause. I promise it’s not worth it.

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“You’re brave. Nothing ever happens to the brave.”

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The Evening Star, Washington DC, October 16, 1918