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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s all the blood in my mouth screams devastatingly desperate, miserable girl.

[text id: the skin of the girl i could have been rests under my nails. / she hurts me. / i hurt her back.]

melethrille

“Les Sylphides is a short, non-narrative ballet blanc. The ballet, described as a "romantic reverie", is frequently cited as the first ballet to be simply about mood and dance. Les Sylphides has no plot but instead consists of several white-clad sylphs dancing in the moonlight with the "poet" or "young man" dressed in white tights and a black tunic.”

averagefairy

i really admire people who do things. i hope to be someone who does things one day

bioplasticity

The world is rich if you open yourself to it: seek knowledge and have it be your currency in life. surround yourself with people of all ages, every decade carries its own invaluable richness. seek wisdom from all walks of life, there are infinite lessons to uncover. read books from across the globe and authors of diverse perspectives. learn multiple languages to expand your mind beyond a single language system, it will bring nuance, depth and a broader perception of the world. be curious about history, discover the patterns and connections that have shaped humanity, most answers are already there waiting for you. practice gratitude and humility and find beauty in the smallest things. spend time in nature and draw inspiration from its endless wonder and beauty. quiet the noise within you and listen more to understand. explore art in all its forms and create or build something by yourself. stay open to change because growth often lies in the unknown.

joyyfully

lazyydaisyyy

Nataliya Deleva, Arrival

thebellekeys

i still don't think i've really internalized that a one direction member full-on died on a random wednesday evening in argentina

thebellekeys

“In ancient Rome, grief made men twirl in their thin, leather sandals and pirouette until their feet bled; in India, it walked widows onto pyres waiting for fire. The Persians gave the bodies of their deceased beloveds to dogs; the Egyptians buried them with servants. Grief will make you laugh at the funeral, weep over the cereal bowl; it will buzz your feet until they start dancing in the middle of the night. It’s grief that inspires the unlikeliest of bedfellows… Grief will pack your bag, quit your job, buy a white dress. It will make you say yes.”

- The Arsonists' City by Hala Alyan