Anis Mojgani, The Pocketknife Bible
we're not kids anymore.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
cherry valley forever
dirt enthusiast
AnasAbdin

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noise dept.
KIROKAZE
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Cosmic Funnies

oozey mess
DEAR READER

if i look back, i am lost
Keni

ç„æ„ / Permanent Vacation
trying on a metaphor
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Anis Mojgani, The Pocketknife Bible
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1910-1926
Margaret Atwood, from âEurope on $5 a Dayâ, The Door
Cynthia Ozick, The Shawl
Warsan Shire, from âHomeâ, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
Bohat ajeeb hai yeh bandishein mohabbat ki, Na usne qayd mein rakha, na hum faraar huwe.
Ahmad Faraz
(These limits of love are very weird, neither was I kept hostage nor did I run away.)
âââââââ
Agar tumhe kabhi lage
Ki yahan se behtar koi jagah hai
To tum ja sakti ho
Ye duniya ghum sakti ho
Theher sakti ho wahan
jahan sab kuch mukammal ho
Agar tumhe kabhi lage
Ki yahan pyaar thora kam hai
To tum ja sakti ho
Apno ko dhoondne
Waqt bita sakti ho unke saath
jahan pyaar ki koi kami na ho
Lekin agar pata lage ki nahi
Ghar to humesha yehi tha
Pyaar to bas yehi tha
To tum laut ke v aa sakti ho
Yahan phirse pyaar dhoond sakti ho
Yahan phirse apna ghar bana sakti ho
Avis
Have we got into a habit of thinking about the human mind in a certain way â as our ancestors thought of the earth as the centre of the universe? I speak of âmy mindâ as I speak of âmy back garden.â But in what senses is my back garden really âmine?â It is full of worms and insects who do not ask my permission to live there. It will continue to exist after I am dead. If individuality is an illusion, and the mind is actually a kind of ocean, why should it not contain alien creatures?
â Colin Wilson, The Mind Parasites
Sasha Chapin
What I want.
https://www.instagram.com/p/Chdw3BGIn2B/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
feeling very normal about this
I never told you this, but sometimes I just sit there and imagine all the little scenarios of us in my head. Basic things like watching movies, cuddling, doing late night food runs, have deep conversations, and taking random trips. I just miss you and want to be with you.
Krista Tippett, âKrista Tippett Wants You to See All the Hope Thatâs Being Hiddenâ, interviewed by David Marchese for The New York Times [transcript in ALT]
Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
https://www.instagram.com/p/CTRpD0RP-wc/?utm_medium=share_sheet
maybe if you take a hot shower. cook something. eat a little soup. feel a little sunshine. make something with your handsâit doesnât have to be big. maybe if you stretch your body and draw a silly little picture and get some rest, the world will feel like something your hands can still hold
i canât believe me âtrying my bestâ is just me showering regularly and eating normally. mental illness is so humblingÂ
its soo embarrassing when ppl know im upset about something. its ruining my image