دو ہزار بیس
Will get my words into spaces closer to your heart. Speaking into existence.
Well, 2020 really showed up, huh

oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Discoholic 🪩
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Xuebing Du
Doug Jones

Origami Around

titsay
$LAYYYTER
Sade Olutola
almost home

if i look back, i am lost
Jules of Nature
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Today's Document
Game of Thrones Daily
Keni
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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دو ہزار بیس
Will get my words into spaces closer to your heart. Speaking into existence.
Well, 2020 really showed up, huh
“She would rather stay at home and avoid the rest of the world,”
— D. H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; “The Rainbow,” wr. c. 1919
دو ہزار بیس
Will get my words into spaces closer to your heart. Speaking into existence.
– Jean-Paul Sartre
وقت کی قید میں زندگی ہے مگر
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Is this thing still on?
Swiss waters.
Beauty.
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via currentsinbiology)
I had forgotten what was so great about this.
Distinction
Loneliness begins to own you. Nobody owns you. Set free. Fantasies are created. Creations cannot own you. See free.
What is life, even
@thedailycosmos
Lel. Make everyone science again.
isn’t it sad how poets dress up their pain in words like diamonds and satin?
lemonadeangelwriting, romanticized (via wordsnquotes)
🙂
I don’t hold on to anything anymore. Pain comes at me and I take it, chew it for a few minutes, and spit it back out. It’s just not my thing anymore.
Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius (via wordsnquotes)
This
“The human brain, it has been said, is the most complexly organised structure in the universe and to appreciate this you just have to look at some numbers. The brain is made up of one hundred billion nerve cells or “neurons” which is the basic structural and functional units of the nervous system. Each neuron makes something like a thousand to ten thousand contacts with other neurons and these points of contact are called synapses where exchange of information occurs. And based on this information, someone has calculated that the number of possible permutations and combinations of brain activity, in other words the numbers of brain states, exceeds the number of elementary particles in the known universe.”
-V.S. Ramachandran
Ramachandran lovin'
The speed of lightning envied how quickly I had fallen for you. The sound of thunder envied how loudly you shattered me.
Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)
Hurricane.
I need this framed
Did you hear that winter's over? The basil and the carnations cannot control their laughter. The nightingale, back from his wandering, has been made singing master over all the birds. The trees reach out their congratulations. The soul goes dancing through the king's doorway. Anemones blush because they have seen the rose naked. Spring, the only fair judge, walks in the courtroom, and several December thieves steal away. Last year's miracles will soon be forgotten. New creatures whirl in from nonexistence, galaxies scattered around their feet. Have you met them? Do you hear the bud of Jesus crooning in the cradle? A single narcissus flower has been appointed Inspector of Kingdoms. A feast is set. Listen. The wind is pouring wine! Love used to hide inside images. No more! The orchard hangs out its lanterns. The dead come stumbling by in shrouds. Nothing can stay bound or be imprisoned. You say, "End this poem here and wait for what's next" I will. Poems are rough notations for the music we are.
Rumi (The Book of Love, Coleman Barks)