I write long text posts sometimes sorry

"His temperament might be said to be just at the point of maturity. There were so many different moods and impressions that he wished to express in verse. He felt them within him. He tried to weigh his soul to see if it was a poet's soul. Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy. If he could give expression to it in a book of poems perhaps men would listen. He would never be popular: he saw that. He could not sway the crowd, but he might appeal to a little circle of kindred minds." - James Joyce, The Little Cloud personal posts: http://andthatsthetruthruth.tumblr.com/tagged/personal (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-55797950-1', 'auto'); ga('send', 'pageview');

[andthatsthetruthruth]

i feel like i’m going to discontinue this tumblr and i might start a new one that is more focused on my faith and my intention to be a doctor.

a lot of the blogs i follow now are ones that i used to relate to when i was an angsty college kid who was desperate for affection. i read these quotes and poems about love and life now and i feel, i don’t know. i feel disillusioned. i feel as though anything separate from Allah is pointless.

additionally, i think too many people know about this tumblr now and i want my thoughts to be private again. i don’t know why, but i think i want them to be more like prayers that i write out.

that being said, i’m not afraid of people knowing what i pray for. if you want to know what my new tumblr will be, then send me a message. no one reads my tumblr anymore anyways so whatever. 

[styleandcreate]

Creative flower art | Photo by Anna Remarchuk 

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[archivesofmyheart-blog]

يؤتكم خيرا مما أخذ منكم

[andthatsthetruthruth]

He will give you [something] better than what was taken from you. 8:70

[opticallyaddicted]

Mountains, Heaps and Blenders full of Bodies by Disturbing Contemporary Artist Makoto Aida

Aida certainly deserves the bad-boy image he’s gained over the years, but hardly because he’s a slacker. His works are larger-than-life, and it often take years to complete the exceptionally fine detail essential to the imagery. Via

Hi-Fructose recently conducted an exclusive interview with the notorious painter. His work is immediately recognizable for its provocative mixture of classic Japanese imagery with graphic themes.

[words-in-lines]

Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently Trees talk to each other at night. All fish are named either Lorna or Jack. Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose. Tiny bears live in drain pipes. If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky. The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago. Everyone knows at least one secret language. When nobody is looking, I can fly. We are all held together by invisible threads. Books get lonely too. Sadness can be eaten. I will always be there.

Raul Gutierrez, “Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently” (via kayakos)

[paneerpapi]

Deepika Padukone

[accidentalambience]

Fast food workers in NY just won a $15/hr wage. I’m a paramedic. My job requires a broad set of skills: interpersonal, medical, and technical skills, as well as the crucial skill of performing under pressure. I often make decisions on my own, in seconds, under chaotic circumstances, that impact people’s health and lives. I make $15/hr. And these burger flippers think they deserve as much as me? Good for them. Look, if any job is going to take up someone’s life, it deserves a living wage. If a job exists and you have to hire someone to do it, they deserve a living wage. End of story. There’s a lot of talk going around my workplace along the lines of, “These guys with no education and no skills think they deserve as much as us? Fuck those guys.” And elsewhere on FB: “I’m a licensed electrician, I make $13/hr, fuck these burger flippers.” And that’s exactly what the bosses want! They want us fighting over who has the bigger pile of crumbs so we don’t realize they made off with almost the whole damn cake. Why are you angry about fast food workers making two bucks more an hour when your CEO makes four hundred TIMES what you do? It’s in the bosses’ interests to keep your anger directed downward, at the poor people who are just trying to get by, like you, rather than at the rich assholes who consume almost everything we produce and give next to nothing for it. My company, as they’re so fond of telling us in boosterist emails, cleared 1.3 billion dollars last year. They expect guys supporting families on 26-27k/year to applaud that. And that’s to say nothing of the techs and janitors and cashiers and bed pushers who make even less than us, but are as absolutely crucial to making a hospital work as the fucking CEO or the neurosurgeons. Can they pay us more? Absolutely. But why would they? No one’s making them. The workers in NY *made* them. They fought for and won a living wage. So how incredibly petty and counterproductive is it to fuss that their pile of crumbs is bigger than ours? Put that energy elsewhere. Organize. Fight. Win.

Jens Rushing  (via inacognito)

[madamezooble]

[lunanorexix]

LOL SHAYER

[andthatsthetruthruth]

hahahaha yes

[womenofthe-90s]

[artverso]

Esad Ribic - Wolverine vs Magneto in “House of M”

[love-personal]

[andthatsthetruthruth]

When will you come back to 'murica and yell saranghae with me er'ryday and eat diabetes and watch runningman together when when when when when africa

saranghae josh oppa <3

[fuckyouverymuch]

[fyeahkikomizuhara]

[i4]

水原希子

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

But enough poetry! I am in tears; let me cry. It maybe foolishness that everybody would laugh at. But you won’t laugh. Your eyes are shining too. Enough poetry.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov (via violentwavesofemotion)

[ludcat-blog]

[writingsforwinter]

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

Kait Rokowski (via percontes)