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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Origami Around
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DEAR READER

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

@theartofmadeline

if i look back, i am lost
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@drowndeepsea
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
Klimt, Philosophy
The painting reaffirms the inevitable connection of life and death.
Our Mountain IV Horses
I am homesick for a place I’m not sure even exist. One where my heart is full and my soul in peace.
Compassion knows no bounds, schoolchildren in the northern Indian city of Mathura take part in a prayer for victims of the Taliban attack on the Army Public School in Peshawar.
Image credit: REUTERS/K. K. Arora
It’s about a girl who gets turned into a swan and she needs love to break the spell, but her prince falls for the wrong girl
so she kills herself.
Black Swan (2010) dir. Darren Aronofsky
Sometimes letting things go is an act of far greater power than defending or hanging on.
I'm afraid of the consequences of such a terrible barbaric act...
This is not about Islam
This is not about God
This is not about Religions
This is about individuals, CRIMINALS, who have an extreme distortion idea of what is right and what is wrong.
What kind of revenge is that? You killed innocent people and dishonour a religion.
A la terreur nous repondons par plus de DEMOCRATIE.
One Whole Hour
I leave it all behind If I cannot speak my mind My conscience defies all known reason You dream of reality But I dream so constantly Can't you see it's a grand illusion?