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"Mein Herz ist zu groß, verzeiht jeden Stich. Weil sie beißen die Hand, die sie füttert, wenn du nicht mehr gibst."

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199, 31, the last roses

Sleeping images of the beauty of the past

The last roses are thinking over

About the gift they were

With big enthusiasm they arrived in the house

Everyone really agrees without any evidence or need

Really beautiful work

After a day of ten regular meetings renewed

Still kind of beautiful feeling to the soul

The roses are having a kind reachable gift to the whole

Family members are saying put them away

But in my heart no I let them stay

In the name of love and peaceful feeling

-copyrights Amir Ali 2024-

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I just want to remind you that you’re worthy to be loved. 🤍

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The Ladder Tree

@Zjoot

Lots of things grew on the apple tree we planted, but none of them were apples. There were some glass swans, some hammers, some glow stick necklaces; there were quite a few telescopes, which followed us around on their spindly legs. You climbed hopefully up a tall orange ladder to pick the crate labeled “apples” that had grown on a high bough. You opened it and your dad was sleeping in there. The ladder slowly sank into the ground. The orchestra stood around with its hands in its pockets, mumbling awkwardly about the weather.

Next April, there was plenty of rain. Lots of things grew on the ladder tree we planted, and you were one of them. The first thing you asked for was a glass of milk. The second thing you asked for was as many telescopes as I could carry. You built a tiny observatory in the palm of your hand and I crawled in, but all of the astronomy had leaked out of the telescopes during winter, and all I could see was a sort of muted beige. When your dad woke up, he was stuck in the high boughs of a bald and withered apple tree, and it was snowing.

Nick Rizzuti is an undergraduate at Hofstra University. He has appeared in Little River, No Assholes, and Fur-Lined Ghettos. Art by owlwise12.

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Who Should Be Your Companion? — Golden Advice from Sufyan Ath-Thawree

Advice of Sufyan Al-Thawree رحمه الله said to Alee ibn Al-Hasan As-Sulamee:

“Your companion should be the one who prevents you from being preoccupied with things of the worldly life that will divert you from Allah, and one who makes you desire and work for the Hereafter.

Beware of accompanying people who make the dunyah their goal, those who are engrossed in speaking about the worldly life; indeed they will corrupt your religion and your heart.

Remember death much, and seek a lot of forgiveness from what has passed of your sins, and ask Allah for safety for what remains of your life.”

Hilyatul Awliyaa Vol. 7 Pg. 82

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…the slowness that pervades certain hours is a breath, it is stillness, it is a gift to be appreciated…

@sweet-harmony

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"Mein Herz ist zu groß, verzeiht jeden Stich. Weil sie beißen die Hand, die sie füttert, wenn du nicht mehr gibst."

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No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth. ~ Robert Southey

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"Mein Herz ist zu groß, verzeiht jeden Stich. Weil sie beißen die Hand, die sie füttert, wenn du nicht mehr gibst."

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(a quote that I made for myself after my blue haired aunt And other four left me... And now I'll always keep this poem. Not I fucking hate them.)

"If someone, or more People who were your very close friends And aunt leave you because of your actions that you didnt mean to do, then get them out of your heart, throw them on the floor, And let them shatter.. dont Bring them in your heart again until they forgive you And trust you again."

- Emin 💛🧡

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Sen ki müziksin, müzik dinlerken hüznün niye?

Tatlılar kavga etmez; sevinç, sevinçle coşar.

Sana zevk vermeyene katlanırsın ne diye?

Can sıkanı bağrına basmakta ne anlam var?

Birbirine eş olan hoş seslerin uyumu Yine de kulağına sıkıntı mı veriyor?

Bil ki ahengin sana tatlı bir sitemi bu:

"Parçaları dinleyip tümü unuttun," diyor.

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Sen ki müziksin, müzik dinlerken hüznün niye?

Tatlılar kavga etmez; sevinç, sevinçle coşar.

Sana zevk vermeyene katlanırsın ne diye?

Can sıkanı bağrına basmakta ne anlam var?

Birbirine eş olan hoş seslerin uyumu Yine de kulağına sıkıntı mı veriyor?

Bil ki ahengin sana tatlı bir sitemi bu:

"Parçaları dinleyip tümü unuttun," diyor.

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Happiness does not come from having much, but from being attached to little. ~ Cheng Yen

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For man sometimes loves suffering terribly much, to the point of passion...

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground (trans. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky)

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God's abandonment, a bitter pill to swallow, and still, I rage on as an abandoned seeker, questioning the heavens for forsaking a faithful heart.

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The Ladder Tree

@Zjoot

Lots of things grew on the apple tree we planted, but none of them were apples. There were some glass swans, some hammers, some glow stick necklaces; there were quite a few telescopes, which followed us around on their spindly legs. You climbed hopefully up a tall orange ladder to pick the crate labeled “apples” that had grown on a high bough. You opened it and your dad was sleeping in there. The ladder slowly sank into the ground. The orchestra stood around with its hands in its pockets, mumbling awkwardly about the weather.

Next April, there was plenty of rain. Lots of things grew on the ladder tree we planted, and you were one of them. The first thing you asked for was a glass of milk. The second thing you asked for was as many telescopes as I could carry. You built a tiny observatory in the palm of your hand and I crawled in, but all of the astronomy had leaked out of the telescopes during winter, and all I could see was a sort of muted beige. When your dad woke up, he was stuck in the high boughs of a bald and withered apple tree, and it was snowing.

Nick Rizzuti is an undergraduate at Hofstra University. He has appeared in Little River, No Assholes, and Fur-Lined Ghettos. Art by owlwise12.