If I fear him, who love him, how must he fear himself who hates himself?
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If I fear him, who love him, how must he fear himself who hates himself?
LoA + Arabic poetry
âTo sit alone or with a few friends, half-drunk under a full moon, you just understand how lucky you are; itâs a story you canât tell. Itâs a story you almost by definition, canât share. Iâve learned in real time to look at those things and realize: I just had a really good moment.â
â Anthony Bourdain, in his final interview
3:17 PM: get stronger, creating a shimmer over the trees. We cannot pinpoint the moment when it gets dark, yet
"dead doesn't mean absent...", tathev simonyan
We report about the clouds that grew this tall only so they could get more light than everything, and everyone else. Our expert, shorter than we are, calls them greedy. We think they are practical. It is colder than it has been in months. Eventually, darkness falls everywhere.
Dune: Part Two (2024) dir. Denis Villeneuve
dead man walking
[ -> prints đ ]
it's all in the eyes
peut-ĂȘtre un simple Ă©garement⊠ou le dĂ©but de tout ce que je nâosais pas dire. maybe just a moment of drifting⊠or the start of everything I was too afraid to say.
â midnight grammar club
anne carson, âlinesâ
[ID:Â âHow long will it feel like burning,â end ID]
Harmony in the Light of the Moon by Sarah S. Stilwell Weber
Teresa Mei Chuc, from "scent of orange blossoms: haiku/senryu"
thinking about Hilo and Wen on this fine afternoon
he and ghanima must separate now.
for all of those years since birth they had been as one person.
but their plan demanded now that they undergo a metamorphosis, going their separate ways into uniqueness where the sharing of daily experiences would never again unite them as they once had been united.