#farar

[shyravenns]

I'm a sucker for a wing!au, and now I can't stop thinking about Farah and her having wings that look so much like her fathers.

Farah, who has no pictures or videos of her parents, and who's wings are the closest thing she has of them.

Farah, who catches herself staring at herself in the mirror. Wondering if the broad shape of her wings are the same as fathers. Or how similar the soft brown of her wings were to his, and wondering if her father ever wondered the same thing.

Farah, who's grief seems never ending when she catches Hadir staring at her wings with the same expression she often finds when he thinks about their parents.

Farah, who's so very particular about her grooming habits because she feels as if her wings are nothing but a living alter.

Farah, who's wings seem almost untouchable even to herself. Who only lets Hadir arrange her feathers while they ignore the silence that's beginning to grow between them.

Alex, who sees her hesitation and recognizes her grief, but admires her wings from afar. They remind him of the sunset.

Farah, who's wings begin to represent her state of mind when Hadir dies. Holding in a sob at how utterly gentle Alex is the first time he grooms her wings. It takes him hours to get them resemble how they looked before, but the silence between them is comfortable yet distinct. Alex, smiling when she quietly asks if she can return the favor.

Farah, who's never seen her wings as being *hers*. Always as a living testament to the life she could have had. A living memory to the father who's love seemed to bright that it cast a shadow on her life the day he died.

Farah, who wakes up one day and sees all of the hard won cuts and scars along her wings and finally feels like she can breathe.

[padfootastic]

yeah so it’s not like my codependent james & sirius don’t love or care for other people. it’s that, when it comes down to it, their default is the other and sorry if u don’t think that’s different but it is.

they’re not putting the people in their life on a twisted graded hierarchy, they’re just?? each others?? most important person?? like bro why is it that the most common tropes on fucking earth are a problem when it’s prongsfoot????

[behkawa]

--ہر روز ہر شہ سے بھاگنے کا من کرتا ہے

[goodmelodiesmedia]

MP3+MP4: CrownBoi – Farar Tantabara (Lyrics)

MP3+MP4: CrownBoi – Farar Tantabara (Lyrics)

Farar Tantabara By Crownboi MP3 Download Indigenous Hausa born singer and song writer popularly known by his stage name as CrownBoi had emerged into the music scene with a brand new song. This track is released alongside his 12 Tracks debut studio album. Song Details: Song title: Farar Tantabara Artiste: CrownBoi Album: The North Dream Genre: Hausa Afrobeat and dancehall Producer: Label: Don’t…

[blogbyameera]

' Dunya ka koi darwaza nahi hota jisey khol kar hum issey bahr nikal jayein , dunya ki sirf khirkhiyan hoti hai jin se hum bahr jhank sakte hai .. baz dafa ye khirkhiyan dunya se bahr ka manzar dekhati hai .. baz dafa ye apne andar ke manzar dekhane lagti hai .. magar rihaayi aur farar mei kabhi madad nahi deti '

- Amarbail

[inkandpaperstuff]

Hazaron mashgaly hain jo mujhe masroof rakhty hain

Magar wo aesa hai ke phir bhi yaad aata hai.

Ham hameesha kisi aik ko yaad krne se bachny ke liye raah-e-farar hasil kar lety hain, khud ko hazar kamon mai uljha lety hain. Magar kisi khushi ke mouqy par ya gham ke waqt us aik insaan ki kami har tarah ki kamiyon par bhaari rehti hai.

[jackhkeynes]

liesc bouclant "time loop"

liesc bouclant /ljɛx buˈklant/ [ljɛç bʊˈklant]

time loop, (in fiction) a period experienced by one or more people repeatedly;

(by extension) routine, monotonous or repetitive activity such as errands that are done many times with little variation

Etymology: idiom from the late 19th century, literally "looping duration". The noun liesc "term, period, duration" is a Old Borlish deverbal from lejar "stop moving, crash" (the word originally meaning "endpoint"), from Insular Latin laedicō "I hit, collide". The verb bouclar "loop, curl, go in a circle" derives from Old Borlish boucle "loop, bracelet" (modern boucr), via Old French from Latin buccula "chinstrap".

The phrase was first used in the translation of 1880 work Cludor nCar Vantel "A Postman in Wrexham", which features such a time loop.

Com veleð vos farar ða vos cay un liesc bouclant? /kɔm veˈlɛθ vɔz faˈrar ða vɔz ke ɪn ljɛx buˈklant/ [kɔm vɪˈlɛ vɔz fɐˈʀɐː ða vɔz ke ɪn ljɛç bʊˈklant] how will.sbj-2p 2p fare-inf if 2p fall indf duration loop-ptcp.p What would you do if you were in a time loop?

[wingswillcarryme]

If you've been contemplating recovery, this could be your starting point, (regardless of whether or not you want to read the book) take it as a sign, you deserve it.

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I mentioned the book "Rehabilitate, Rewire, Recover!" in this post but was made aware of this (thank you @perfectioninsilks)

Tabitha Farar is generally disrespected by psychologists and actually qualified recovery coaches. (She has no qualifications) because she treats eds as a body first problem, not a psychology traumagenic problem. And it has been proven time and time again not to be that. I'm sure it works for some people but generally I think it is important to recognise why she is so heavily criticised for essentially, not knowing anything about the illness Sorry for not looking into it enough before making this post.

I believe reading is so good for you, there is tons of helpful books and it can be a great starting to find the right one for you. Take care of yourselves♡

[itslilacsstuff]

"Bohot ajeeb hai ye bandishe mohabbat ki ‘Faraz’ , Na usne kaid mei rakha or na hum farar hue."

[hyderabaddeccannews]

Raat ke Waqt Ek Gold Shop ke Manager ko Loot tha innlogo neh aur 50 Lakh Rupaai ka Bag Lehkar Farar Hogaye the

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[kanpururdunews]

Dalit ladki ki abro rezi 3din bad hhar ke bahar chod farar,Muluom Giragtar

[nimblermortal]

Hrǫnn yfir hrǫnn, marr yfir strond Svá feginn hǫldr sem hafinn at ann Fyr hvergi heimar einn fari kná búa En koma út farar ok róa trúa

Wave over wave, sea over strand As happy a man as the sea will not begrudge At nowhere in the worlds a sailor can dwell Than to come out [to Iceland] faring and row true

Where it's wave over wave, sea over bow And as happy a man as the sea will allow There's nowhere on Earth for a sailor like me Than to sail the salt sea, boys, sail the sea

[lyricsssdotin]

Tuu Lyrics

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[somalilandcurrentnews]

The republics of Somaliland and Taiwan discussed the production of oil

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[human-antithesis]

Eigi hefr á augu, unnskíðs komit síðan

Eigi hefr á augu unnskíðs komit síðan - dyggr dó af und eggjar - oddstefnum meir svefnar, síz hræstorðar harðan hjǫrs gerðu styr bǫrvar ótt, ðeirs Áleif létu allsaklausan falla. Ákkat hægt af hægu - hljóð veiti mér sveitir! - enn í elli minni ívegsstafi segja, síz vel hressan vissak vápna Njǫrð at jǫrðu: minn es sonr at sǫnnu, snjállr aflstuðill, fallinn. Efna hygg, þats Yggjar ek hef heitit mǫ́ feita. Sundlíri flýgr sára svangr fyr eyrar tanga. Veitk, at vér munum hljóta - vel ´s fallit þat – allir, - hljómr´s af hjǫrva glaumi- Hallgrímr, farar tíma. Mótreyni klaufk mána malma braks í jaxla, segg létk alms í augu eitt hǫgg staðar leita. Sákat hitt, at hrykki hringmerkðr fetilstingi: hné gunnlogi, Gunnar gjallharðan sák falla. Vér hǫfum felda fjóra - feng telk í því drengjum - brátt, þeirs blóðgan létu Bjargeyjar son deyja. Einn ar órum mǫnnum - Eir vas sollin geira: Þjónn vas hæfðr með hlunni - Hallgrímr kveðr nú fallinn. Brátt gekk sonr, þás sótti Sunnar bliks at runni, - hvatr frák at brá bitum blóðísi – Geirdísar. Enn réð Eyjolfr minnask eggleiks við kyn seggja, geira Baldr, at gjalda gunnbliks fyrir runnum. Heldr hǫfum heiptir goldit, Hallgrímr, saman allir - vígs iðrumk þess þeygi - Þjóðreks sonum stórar. Urðu æski-Nirðir addregns of sǫk vegnir; ǫr þjóða veitk eyði inngjarna Þórbjarnar. Nú´s jafnǫndum fram ganga, varra elds þeirs vilja viggs temjanda fremja. Vesa kveða – hǫgg enn hǫggvin hjǫrs saklaussa bǫrva Ísfirðingum urðu eirlaust – farit trausti. Hlógu herðidraugar hvinnendr of sók minni fróns, þás frænda mínum fellidómr réð bella. Nú tér – vegnir vǫ́ru víg- Njǫrðungar hǫrðu - hafs í hverju bjargi hóts annan veg þjóta! Hallgrímr, skulum heiman - hlítik vætki líta uggi mestu ok ógnir íðvargs – ór stað bíða, enn víg þaus vér vǫ́gum - vildak aldri glalda geira gæti ǫ́ru - gǫrvǫll í strá falla. Varðat viggja Njǫrðum, Valbrands sionum, handan - þess minnumk nú – Þvinnils þvengr vanbundinn lengi, þás, skerfoldar, skyldi - skjalda hlums á sumri garðr svall – gǫfug sólar gefn, míns sonar hefna. Þat mun vestr ok vestan - varð ǫ́r roðin sára - orð til Ísafjarðar oddregns koma þegna, at til geira glettu gunn-nærungar færi - vægr es vǫxtr í augum Valbrands sonum – handan. Nú ´s jódraugum ægis arnar flaug of bauga: Hygg, at heimboð þiggi hangagoðs af vangi.

[ENGLISH - No one realises, all the driftwood drifting ashore ever since]

No one realises, all the driftwood drifting ashore ever since - loyal people died through evil blades - spearheads stronger than sleep, since swords have brought the curse of war and many corpses, fear brought down all innocent ones. It was customary simply to revenge - silence supports swords! - but evil staves say that it is well-known that Njǫrðr's weapon is on earth - mine is the son of sons, a good and strong seaman, fallen. Deal the blow, Yggr shall do as I've commanded. Fat he shall become. The fish fleas from the wounds, hungry at the end of the sandbank. I know we will suffer - as it is just - everyone - led by the loud feast of swords - Hallgrímr the most. On the other side the moon breaks, metal breaks teeth where the foe aims a blow with this eyes. At the point where the stab of the blade enters his side. Gunnar falls screaming painfully. We four were hiding - come, count the heroes - they let the son of Bjarkey fall, bleeding. He was one of our men - copper, made by the sun: those involved were equally strong in boats - Hallgrímr sends to the fallen. The son climbed to the place where Sunnar came from - to let iron bite the brows - to the Geirdísar. But as Eyjólfr correctly remembers, this way of fighting, the great Baldr, can be called a heroic deed in war. All great sons of Þjódrekr, Hallgrímr, together have brought retaliation - this is never regretted in times of war. The kin of the Æsir was spared such terrible fate; the folk knows about the begin of Þórbjǫrn's downfall. Now something equally bad happens like their fire's warning teaches the killing. It is said - blows dealt by swords left the innocent people of Ísafjǫrðr without copper - they went self-confident. Laughing women of the powerful revenants on their quest for the memory of salvation, so that my fallen damned relatives will be treated properly. Now the sea brings safety - since the kin of Njǫrðr is on our side - to everyone on their different ways! Hallgrímr, we should head home - like being on fins and being treated like an evil wolf - from this place where we lingered, but their kin we slew - as it is apt, without the help of others - to finally fall to the straw ourselves. This way it was possible for you to fight, loyal to the sword-wood! Unlike the ash tree, we rise horribly with the sun. I remember the fall of most men on the mountain slide. Those terrible men should be sought in the damned west. The horses of the retainers, Valbrandr's sons, were expected there - this is now remembered - already bound by fate for a long time, praise to the people from the skerries - cooling their shields at the southern stead - and to the sun for the revenge of my son. Word will come to the west - it was from a reddish wound - over the tips of the waves to Ísafjǫrðr's people sent to let the struggle grow old - balance grew in the eyes of Valbrandr's sons. Now eagles, Ægir's undead horses flew across the waves. Remember that this feast reminds the god of the hanged of the battle field.