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"The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times."

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Life felt lovely today.

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Me and the existential void.

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Looking for a poem with my camera.

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Lost.

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Atleast we look at the same moon🌙✨

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Its so gross to see Hindutvas coming online to make fun of dead and starving kids in Gaza.

Do they hate Palestinians just because they're Muslim? Seeing this kind of disgusting behavior from Israelis isn't surprising but I can't understand what reason Hindutvas have for hating Palestinians to the point that they would do this.

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No, bitterie. I'm a Hindu, and before that, I'm an Indian. And I don't support any kind of atrocities against anyone. I don't support Israelis or any other terrorist organisations prevailing in the current world. So your narrative-building fails here. Let this reach the people you're brainwashing.

You can stand with Palestinians without spewing hate on Hindus and Indians.

Who tf makes a propaganda page on Tumblr? Leave this space for art, cinema, and creativity instead of turning it into an ideological dump. Stop polluting a space people come to enjoy and express themselves in. If all you want is outrage and division, there are enough places for that already. You're trying too hard to impress extremists and people who thrive on hate. Get better material.

Go do something for the people of gaza on ground level instead of doing these keyboard warrior fights.

You braindead hate mongerers see every atrocity merely as a chance to gain engagement and make payouts. Shameless. Instead of treating human suffering with seriousness, you turn it into content and narratives for attention.

Try harder next time.

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This user loves moon and sky🧚✨

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Bad weather is actually the good weather.

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A House of My Own

Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man’s house. Not a daddy’s. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody’s garbage to pick up after. Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.

-Sandra Cisneros

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