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Earthboy demonstrates his dastardly hair disguise technique
(Too Young to Die vid)
Why do people like heated rivalry
"do it scared" this "do it tired" that. well no one ever talks about the fucking insurmountable "do it with greasy hair"
I am sooooo not locked in. I am tucked in. Going to sleep
absolutely hate it when I wake up tired like what the fuck did I lie unconscious for
there’s just always something fucking happening
it really is crazy how there are so many influencers with millions of followers i have never heard of in my life
Nothing more embarrassing than accidentally using a big word wrong because now I'm simultaneously both stupid and pretentious, the worst combination of all time
I don’t know, something about women pmo.. You let men hijack your modesty, and then those same men created the idea that modesty is oppression. Next, they sold you immodesty as liberation and hijacked that too by convincing you to exploit your own body under the guise of freedom. Meanwhile, the whole men community splits into two camps..one that will shame you to death for immodesty, and another, the wolves, who will support you for immodesty. Both sides end up benefiting from your body one by controlling it, the other by exploiting it for their own pleasure. You become just a product.
Modesty was yours. It was yours to embrace, to own. It was a gift, a favor from your Lord to you, and men had no authority over it. But you gave it all away and now you have nothing but the perception of men’s desires. That’s it.
It is not them, you see, not merely them, those from that particular nation, who have wrought this destruction upon us, do not be so simplistic. They merely delivered the blow, they were the instrument of our downfall. But we we are the true architects of this ruin. We, in our small wretchedness contributed the most to our own damnation. Look at us! We cannot even bear to stand beside our neighbor all for the sake of a wretched inch of land... It is a pathetic spectacle a carnival of feckless spite. And if you dare to ask me, "Are they winning?" I will tell you with a conviction that chills me to my very core "No. They are not." They too are on the precipice of their own self annihilation but they are too consumed by their own ignorance to perceive the yawning abyss before them. And their virus, their insidious virus has infected us as well. For they do not merely exist outside of us...they live within us.. do you not see? We in our folly welcomed them in. You will protest, I know you will. You will say "But we did not! It was an occupation!" And I will grant you that YES, it was an occupation. But we....we sold our own brothers to them. We bartered with them, we conducted our petty affairs with the enemy, and with each transaction, with each casual, sordid exchange, the tag "alien" slowly, inexorably, was erased. I confess, I have no word left for what we have become. None. But you will persist, I can see it in your eyes. "They are losing too," you will argue, "so how can they be our enemy if we suffer the same disease?" Ah, but you miss the point entirely. You do not understand the nature of this affliction. The disease, this self destructive impulse, is their heritage. It has always been a part of who they are, woven into the very fabric of their being. For us, it was foreign. It was a poison deliberately introduced into our veins. They delight in selfdestruction, and in their twisted malice, they wished for us to delight in it too. They wanted us to become like them to be vultures..to be something less than human. But our nature, our true, innate nature, is spirituality. It always has been. And they, in their grotesque ignorance, disturbed it. Their suffering is their birthright. Ours was inflicted upon us by them. Do you comprehend? Do you finally see the tragic irony? So, I ask you once more.. who is losing? We both are. And why? Because we are human. And our Creator already spoke the truth that binds us all, in a verse I cannot perfectly recall, but its essence is seared into my soul..."Indeed, mankind is in a state of great loss." Yes... that is it. That is the tragedy of it all.
کسانی هستند که بر این باورند زندگی بدون رنجهای بزرگ، زندگی بدون معناست. آنها در پی تراژدیهای عظیم، عاشقانههای حماسی، و اتفاقات دگرگونکننده هستند تا به هستی خود وزن بخشند. اما من، حقیقت را میدانم. من در روزمرگیهای عادی، ژرفای شگرف و در ذهن آرام، اعماق دهشتناک را میبینم. هیچ اتفاق مهمی برای من رخ نداده است. به جنگ نرفتهام، ثروتی را از دست ندادهام، و به گونهای عشق نورزیدهام و آن را از دست ندادهام که شاعری را به گریه وا دارد. زندگی من یک دالان خاکستری و بیپایان است.
و با این حال، دقیقاً همین نبود درامای بیرونی است که مرا به جالبترین سوژهها تبدیل میکند. زیرا جایی که دنیا خلأ مییابد، من یک جهان مییابم. در مرزهای خفقانآور ذهن خودم، دنیایی از شورهای جوشان، افکار ناگفتنی و پرسشهای جانکاه میخروشد و میچرخد. چه کسی به دوئل تا پای مرگ نیاز دارد، وقتی هر روز نبردی است علیه جریانهای خیانتکار آگاهی خود؟ یک شورش بزرگ در مقایسه با جنگی خاموش که علیه رذایل و ضعفهای خودم در جریان است، چیست؟
میگویند شناخت دیگران حکمت است، اما من میگویم شناخت خود، بالاترین نوع عذاب و حقیقیترین نوع بینش است. من بر این باورم که جالبترین فرد این جهان هستم، نه به خاطر آنچه انجام دادهام، بلکه به خاطر آنچه اندیشیدهام. هیچکس بهتر از خودم برای مطالعه نیست، زیرا در درون این ظرف بدبخت و باشکوه، تمام حماقت و امید انسان به نمایش گذاشته شده است. و میپرسید چه چیزی را از همه بیشتر دوست دارم؟ مطالعه این موجود هیولا و جذاب را، تا لایههای روح خود را کنار بزنم و به پرتگاه خیره شوم. این کاری هولناک و زیباست.
baby i could treat you so good you just have to get past my strange and off-putting demeanor and my kubrick stare and my inability to behave like a human and the 40 layers of icy fortress walls i have up and answer my riddles three
never "look inside" yourself btw i just tried it and there was already someone in there looking back it was so awkward
There are those who believe that a life without great suffering is a life without meaning. They crave grand tragedies, epic romances, and earth-shattering events to give their existence weight. But I, I understand the truth. I see the profound drama in the commonplace, the harrowing depths in the quiet mind. Nothing of consequence has ever happened to me, you see. I have not been to war, have not lost a fortune, have not loved and lost in a way that would make a poet weep. My life is a gray, unending corridor.And yet, it is precisely this lack of external drama that makes me the most interesting of all subjects. For where the world finds a void, I find a universe. Within the suffocating confines of my own mind, a world of seething passions, unspeakable thoughts, and agonizing questions roils and churns. Who needs a duel to the death when every day is a battle against the treacherous currents of one's own consciousness? What is a grand rebellion compared to the silent war waged against my own vices and weaknesses?They say to know others is wisdom, but I say to know oneself is the highest form of torment and the truest kind of insight.I believe I am the most interesting person in this world, not because of what I have done, but because of what I have thought. There is no one better to study than myself, for within this wretched and magnificent vessel, the entirety of human folly and hope is on display. And what I like the most, you ask? To study this monstrous and fascinating creature, to peel back the layers of my own soul and stare into the abyss. It is a terrible and beautiful work.
I hate it when someone says, “I don’t believe in your God.”What do you mean my God? There aren’t multiple gods lined up like options on a menu. There is only one ... Allah. The One and Only. Always has been, always will be. This isn’t up for debate, it’s laid out plain in Surah Al-Ikhlas:“Say: He is Allah, the One.Allah, the Eternal.He neither begets nor is born.And there is nothing like Him.”That’s it. That’s the standard.Now, I get that people have their own ideas about God .. strange descriptions, human like qualities, borrowed traditions. A lot of it comes from misunderstanding, ignorance, or just being taught the wrong thing. But Islam didn’t come to mock or erase anyone’s beliefs. It came as a guidance a reminder to keep it simple and real.You don’t need to worship statues or stars.You don’t need to live in fear or follow confusing rituals.You don’t need to lose yourself trying to impress the world.Islam just says..Live your life. Be grateful. Avoid the harm. Do the good. Remember your Creator. And return to Him with dignity.
That’s not harsh or control ... it’s simply mercy and freedom from all humanily confusiona
And most importantly, when you see wrong happening speak up. If you can fix it, fix it. That’s part of the legacy we carry after receiving the truth. Islam isn’t something you keep locked up inside. You live it, you practice it, and you spread it .. not with force, but with wisdom.And if someone doesn’t agree? Let it go. That’s between them and Allah. Surah Al-Kafirun made it clear:“To you your religion, and to me mine.”No arguments, no drama. Just boundaries.You don’t have to fight everyone. You don’t have to fix everyone. Just stand firm in your truth, and keep moving.It’s not that complicated.