destiny

existence filed under "gham ki shaam" scratching the lid on the coffin of moderation

[letheyim]

[countrygypsywt]

[blondebrainpowered]

Dwelling in a book...

[vollzeitherz-deactivated2025122]

Love, at its softest, is just two people telling each other: ‘I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere

[khudrang]

"people always leave."

[teomodo]

[monday-afternoon-club]

[Video transcript:] Person angrily yelling: “–fucking computers bullshit. It’s fucking sick! It’s not cool anymore! It’s not fun! It’s not fun to be on the fucking computer! They changed everything about it! It used to be so coooool!”

[hms-no-fun]

literally saying this every day of my life

[telumendils]

What do you think you're trying to understand about your story?

Dimension 20: Neverafter — Episode 9, “Origins”

[telumendils]

#the allegory to Black boyhood Lou brought to this character is simply unmatched by any other adaptation of pinocchio. it's That Good.

[mahoganyamore]

now or never

[letheyim]

The fruit was never an apple.

[milkglassgirl]

flintlock rifle with a twisted barrel and heart shaped bore (1765). by @softva

[konoko]

[this-is-good-bye]

[most-sane-classicist]

He knows what's up

[stone-cold-groove]

Be all you can be. Read. Vintage poster promoting National Library Week. Peter Max, artist - 1969.

[merelygifted]

@detroitlib

[padurenii]

[fuckyeahkitschy2]

[razzmothazz]

still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.

[razzmothazz]

we were lonely kids having fun together. do you remember?

[msvhs-deactivated20251231]

The Color of Pomegranates (Նռան գույնը), dir. Sergei Parajanov (1969)

[maihonhassan]

Main chahta tha mujhse bichar kar woh khush rahe,

I wanted them to be happy after parting ways with me

Lekin woh khush hova tou bara dukh hova mujhe.

But when they became happy, it caused me great sorrow.

- Umair Najmi