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Opening Tumblr after a number of years feels like re-visiting a city you once lived in. Everything looks the same, but where are all the people that made it? 👀
Met some of the best people here, but now it feels like a ghost town.
Nostalgic, but i guess we’ve all grown ✌️
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—Steven Espada Dawson, from Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brothers Heart
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دل کو مزید کھولو، تم قیدی نہیں ہو، تم خوابوں کی تلاش میں آسمان پر اڑتا ہوا پرندہ ہو
Open your heart more, you are not a prisoner, you are a bird flying in the sky in search of dreams."
Haruki Murakmi
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“Even now, there are flowers in the flowerbed, but none like my wound or like your lips.”
Ahmad faraz
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“There comes a point where you no longer care if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You’re just sick of the tunnel.”
— Ranata Suzuki
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