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About me:

28, girl, Scorpio, sugar-coated trouble ⁽ ˘ ˑ ˘ ⁾ a love for cigarette smoke on leather, fast cars, slow love

Welcome to my blog, angels ˚˖꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚🦢˚

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From the blood of our youth, the tulips rise 🌷

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To the women who taught me that memory can be resistance.

Rest in power Marjane joon 🥀🫀 

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東京２０１8

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What distinguishes grace from everything else? Grace is unearned. If you’ve moved through the world in such a way as to feel you’ve earned cosmic compensation, then what you’ve earned is something more like justice, like propriety. Not grace. Propriety is correct. Justice is just. There’s an inescapable transactional quality: perform x good, receive y reward. Grace doesn’t work that way. It begins with the reward. Goodness never enters the equation.

Kaveh Akbar from Martyr!

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I’m just here to see the boy who rode the horse through the minefields.

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There is an old saying ‘He who has not seen war does not know the value of peace.' But there is another truth that those who preach 'peace' from a distance are often just protecting the walls of our prison. Your 'anti-war' stance is a luxury built on the bodies of those you claim to support. We don't need your 'theories' of liberation; we need the cage to break.

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Tokyo spring-summer, 2025

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Dead are all the Gods

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𓄂✺𓆃

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𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 @west150 💘

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Every day is spring here. For someone who doesn't know about seasons, it might show us that new beginnings aren’t tied to a date, and that growth can happen all the time.

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Seasons to seasons, I’m still on last winter

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Even here, they ask permission for rain.

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The language of flowers

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خواهم نشست روبروی تو، سطر به سطر، و تو را می‌نویسم، واژه به واژه. تا صفحه پر شود، از تمام آنچه نمی‌توانم بگویم.

I will sit across from you,

line by line, and write you,

word by word.

Until the page is filled,

with all that I cannot say.

Simin Behbahani

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Sweet thing, I watch you

Burn so fast it scares me