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An exchange student from planet B612. Studying various human culture. Finding the way back home.

[alienjp]

aggression, intervention, just cause, self-defense, noncombatant immunity, proportionality, prisoners of war, civilians, double effect, terrorism, war crimes. And we came to understand that these words had meanings. Of course, they could be used instrumentally; that is always true of political and moral terms. But if we attended to their meanings, we found ourselves involved in a discussion that had its own structure. Like characters in a novel, concepts in a theory shape the narrative or the argument in which they figure.

 “The Triumph Of Just War Theory” p.7-8 《Arguing about war》by Michael Walzer 

[kpapier]

Seventeen ‘Oh My!’ wallpaper

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requests are open! // some edits from the teaser

[thegoodvybe]

[wnq-writers]

let me tell you something: no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered and think - damn, you are beautiful. no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole. hell, you won’t even look at yourself and think - I made broken look beautiful. you know why? because all those writers lied to you. yes, all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and blood dripping down chins, pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like hurricanes. liars. so you and i, we are going to make a plan. you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror, you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you but still writes about you. here is what you are going to romanticize instead: you are going to romanticize the first day of spring, its gentle hands all over your body, lifting you up until you are as light as a feather. you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love, no hurricanes, but sunshine that builds you up from within, that helps you make it through the worst days. you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend in yours, telling you that it is going to be okay. because it is. and don’t trust poets, we’re no good, we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality - there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls. you know what is beautiful, instead? the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile, scars and all. music that makes your soul flow like a river, books that offer comfort, families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm, friends that give you strength when you can find none, lovers who make you laugh through tears. baby, from now on you are going to romanticize healing; honey dripping down your fingertips, August nights that stick to your skin, the day you find your purpose, long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now. bad news: no one is coming to save you. good news: you can save yourself.

Lana Rafaela

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This isn’t a fancy world girls😞

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[iglovequotes]

http://iglovequotes.net/

[alienjp]

For example, why I have to live.

[thesociologicalcinema]

Anti-Immigrant Political Parties in Western Europe Source: ParlGov (Doring and Manow, 2016); includes 15 countries.

[alienjp]

#academic 

[alienjp]

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AAA LIFE 2017.10.18 発売です

[thoughts-memories]

[alienjp]

True.

[hirxeth]

“Simply put, the reason why I want to die is because I don’t want to live. And you can’t get more logical than that.”

A long way down (2014) dir. Pascal Chaumeil

[wnq-writers]

let me tell you something: no one is going to look at you, broken and shattered and think - damn, you are beautiful. no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole. hell, you won’t even look at yourself and think - I made broken look beautiful. you know why? because all those writers lied to you. yes, all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and blood dripping down chins, pomegranate songs and loves that ripped through you like hurricanes. liars. so you and i, we are going to make a plan. you are not going to romanticize days when your brain tells you to smash that mirror, you are not going to romanticize the lover who doesn’t understand you but still writes about you. here is what you are going to romanticize instead: you are going to romanticize the first day of spring, its gentle hands all over your body, lifting you up until you are as light as a feather. you are going to romanticize the tea and honey kind of love, no hurricanes, but sunshine that builds you up from within, that helps you make it through the worst days. you are going to romanticize gentle hands of a friend in yours, telling you that it is going to be okay. because it is. and don’t trust poets, we’re no good, we love pretending that our jagged edges tantamount to a beautiful disaster, but in reality - there ain’t nothing beautiful about shaky hands holding a cigarette and empty eyes staring at the cracks in the walls. you know what is beautiful, instead? the days when you can look at yourself in the mirror and smile, scars and all. music that makes your soul flow like a river, books that offer comfort, families flocking together like overgrown birds to keep you safe and warm, friends that give you strength when you can find none, lovers who make you laugh through tears. baby, from now on you are going to romanticize healing; honey dripping down your fingertips, August nights that stick to your skin, the day you find your purpose, long car rides and singing so loud that no one can shut you up now. bad news: no one is coming to save you. good news: you can save yourself.

Lana Rafaela (via wnq-writers)

This isn't a fancy world girls😞

[culturenlifestyle]

Exquisite Leaves & Rose Shaped Gold Rings

Israeli artist Doron Merav learned the basics of jewelry making when he traveled to Rajasthan, India, where a jewelry making guru taught him the process of creation. Excited by this newfound talent, once Merav returned home he bought the equipment necessary to set up his studio.

His exquisite handmade gold rings inspired by the shape of leaves and roses have captured a fan following for all who appreciate the beauty of creativity, flowers and his technique. Titled “Leaves of Engagement”, each piece is handmade with 14k gold and the budding rose is surrounded by a composition of leaves, thus giving the illusion of a lush and real flower. Find them in his Etsy shop.

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[hipster-and-thoughts]

[wnq-writers]

Perfection is perception

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[iglovequotes]

http://iglovequotes.net/

[thesociologicalcinema]

“Hating school has several causes. It’s an outcome of a society in which kids constitute a pre-labor force being prepared for the real labor force…” Source: Agger, Ben. 2013. Texting Toward Utopia: Kids, Writing, and Resistance. “Chapter 10: I Hate School’.”

[wnq-writers]

You can’t recreate life. It’s not something that can be manufactured. What makes life LIFE, is it’s naturalness. Everything is happening all at once. People are conversing, arguing, making love, singing, dancing. The plants continue their slow and steady growth, and the skies progress through their cycles of light and dark. Day and night. Animals continue their various tasks. Seeking food. Building shelter. Surviving. What makes it life is that it all happens simultaneously. There’s a dance to it. A graceful effortlessness. A choreography that could never be recreated. You must join in the dance when you feel it. Play your part. It will be less grand without you. Life is an improv dance. Feel the rhythm and just live it. (April 30, 2016)

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[wnq-writers]

Distant, like the furthest star. Close, like my own beating heart. Melancholy, like the winter moon. Weightless, like the brightest starlight. Vulnerable, like a spider’s web in a storm. Certain, like the ocean tides. Cold, like frost settled on leaves. Warm, like the first sunny days of spring. Painful, like glass shards between your sheets. Mesmerising, like the sunset over water. Love is all these things.

myremarkableplace (via wnq-writers)

So beautiful