tazbidfarhad
tazbidfarhad
tazbidfarhad
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tazbidfarhad · 5 months ago
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I know I don't have a way to make you fall for me. But when our legs touched and you didn't move yours, what was it then?
I think about it sometimes
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tazbidfarhad · 7 months ago
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And God, please let the deer on the highway get some kind of heaven. Something with tall soft grass and sweet reunion. Let the moths in porch lights go some place with a thousand suns, that taste like sugar and get swallowed whole. May the mice in oil and glue have forever dry, warm fur and full bellies.
If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man
Althea Davis
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tazbidfarhad · 7 months ago
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My soul died with her. Whatever's left of me is an empty shell that tries to pretend like my former self. And I guess I've become a great pretender.
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tazbidfarhad · 2 years ago
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They say even longing has its limits: in a bucket, an eel // will simply stop swimming long before it starves. 
Kaveh Akbar, from "God", Calling a Wolf a Wolf
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tazbidfarhad · 2 years ago
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tazbidfarhad · 2 years ago
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Making art won't feel like reparative labor, it will feel like sanding aluminum for eight hours and breathing in toxic dust, wondering why you're not hanging out with your family or binge watching Netflix or visiting your sick mother or performing labor guaranteed to pay instead of cost. It will feel, and perhaps it will be, indefensible, despite your developed ability to claim aluminum sanding as a blueprint for a utopian future.
Maggie Nelson, On Freedom
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tazbidfarhad · 2 years ago
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First Reformed (Paul Schrader, 2017)
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tazbidfarhad · 2 years ago
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I could not stop wasting time
It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn't even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn't talk to anybody.
The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.
~The Jacaranda Years/Yiwei Chai
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tazbidfarhad · 2 years ago
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Small, but Certain Happiness
A philosophy of simple joy that we get from things that we already experience on a daily basis
~Life Of Riza
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tazbidfarhad · 2 years ago
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In my no inspiration era
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tazbidfarhad · 2 years ago
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why can't we be just two people listening to Tumi by LEVEL FIVE all night long?
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tazbidfarhad · 2 years ago
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screw it!!! im going to savor every moment!!! im going to appreciate the trees!! im going to live!!!
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