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A Storm in the Rocky Mountains, Mt. Rosalie – Albert Bierstadt (detail) // Lofoten Island – Lev Lagorio // Rosenlaui – François Diday // Mount Elbrus in the Clouds – Nikolai Yaroshenko // Storm in the Mountains – Hermann Ottomar Herzog // Sierra Nevada – Albert Bierstadt // Rocky Mountain Landscape – Albert Bierstadt // Inkpot Gods – The Amazing Devil
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If we’re dating, I won’t control you. Do what you want. Your actions will tell me how much you respect the relationship.
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limusss · 8 days
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I once begged someone to love me the way I loved them and that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever done.
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limusss · 8 days
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limusss · 2 months
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One minute you’re proud of yourself, the next minute you are feeling like you are not doing enough.
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Weirdly enough, this would also happen with people that I never deemed as attractive at first glance. But then their beautiful characteristics and attitudes would instantly evoke something in me and I would then find them attractive.
Strange.
I then came to figure out that beauty and attractiveness doesn’t only equates to the physical appearance but it also has something to do with the way you present yourself; your character, your attitude, your habits and mannerisms as a person
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limusss · 2 months
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میں گفتگو کا نہیں، سوچنے کا عادی ہوں
سو میں نے عشق بھی تجھ ایسے کم سخن سے کیا
عرفان ستار
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May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]
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Kate Baer, from What Kind of Woman: Poems; “To take back a life”
[Text ID: “Pick up your heavy burdens and leave / them at the gate. I will hold the door for / you.”]
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When Mirza Ghalib said:
“Dil-e-nadaan tujhe hua kya hai,
aakhir is dard ki dawa kya hai?”
And Jaun Elia wrote:
“Dil takleef mein hai aur,
takleef dene wala dil mein”.
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limusss · 2 months
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thinking over and over and over of that clip from a maya angelou talk about the importance of knowing one another's history. no matter how brutal no matter how bleak no matter how despairing no matter anything because the only way through it is to go all the way through it. and the only way to build anything with one another is by having gone all the way through it because otherwise there is no connection. whats a connection worth that's built on ignorance? sustained by ignorance? "only equals can make friends" she says. only equals.
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limusss · 6 months
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I stumbled upon FriedrichNietzsche when I was 17,at ist he was just a guy with "..d is Dead" ... following him was the usual trail of existential candies - Camus, Sartre, Beckett - that unsuspectin teenager found in the woods -...and now Zizek . The effect was more like a drug than a philosophy.
I was whirled upward -- or was it downward? -- into a one-man universe, a secret cult demanding that you put a gun to the head of your dearest habits and beliefs. .
many of nietzsche's ideas didn't understand at all, but some of which I perhaps grasped better then than I do now -- I was seduced by his prose. At the end of his sentences you could hear an electric crack.
He might have been the Devil, but he had better lines than God.ble upon FriedrichNietzsche when I was 17, following the usual trail of existential candies -Camus, Sartre, Beckett -- that unsuspecting teenagers find in the woods. The effect was more like a drug than a philosophy.
I was whirled upward -- or was it downward? -- into a one-man universe, a secret cult demanding that you put a gun to the head of your dearest habits and beliefs. .
many of Nietzsche's ideas I didn't understand at all, but some of which I perhaps grasped better then than I do now -- I was seduced by his prose. At the end of his sentences, you could hear an electric crack.
He might have been the Devil, but he had better lines than God.
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limusss · 6 months
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Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights
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We eat the year away. We eat the spring and the summer and the fall. We wait for something to grow and then we eat it.
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