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a reminder to take care of yourself and not stress to much about when some art or writing is done or not. it is a privilege for us to see what you chose to show us but it will always be just that, your well being always comes first.
Probably the best explanation of Western liberalism and Progressivism you’ll ever watch and listen to as she's 100% spot-on.
Melanie Philips is amazing! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
incompatible
You’re beginning to feel more like a memory and less like an experience. Like under the right set of wrong circumstances, I could get my already feeble mind to believe you were a product of my imagination. A dream. A hallucination. A beloved character from a novel I read once some very long time ago that I can see and almost hear somewhere in the back of my head. I can go back. Find you tucked away between long and winded paragraphs about the joys of life and the richness of sadness. I know the pages in which you exist. I know your lines. Your places. Your people. But who is she? Who is the woman occupying the other end of the sofa? Who is nestled in between your sheets and underneath your arm? Who takes uncontested possession of the passenger seat of your car? Who is the narrator of the story we told? For it can’t be me. It can’t possibly be that she and I are the same woman, existing in a togetherness that seems mercilessly cruel to us both. It cannot be that I had you only to lose you, and that I got to experience you only to be reminded of you during one inconspicuous Tuesday morning, three years down the road, when a word suddenly reminds me of a joke we shared in an empty parking lot under a full moon while unintentionally wearing each other’s favorite color.
— andrea tivej
'You have no regard for my sensibilities at all. You are so very selfish. I was quite deceived in you.'
Mary Balogh, from The Secret Pearl
#ISLAM👿 IS ABSOLUTELY *NOT* COMPATIBLE WITH WESTERN SOCIETIES & DEMOCRACY‼️
Don't take anyone's word for it.
Look at World #History.
Read the #Quran for yourselves.
IT IS A ☪️ANCER THAT DESTROYS COUNTRIES !!!!!
WOMEN & GIRLS HAVE NO RIGHTS IN MUSLIM-CONTROLLED COUNTRIES - they are treated as property and can be used & abused any way men choose !!!🤮
#MUSLIMS👹 WILL NEVER ASSIMILATE & THEY DON'T TOLERATE OTHER RELIGIOUS BELIEFS‼️😠🤬
I would have wanted nothing than to mean something more to you But I understand that is a tall ask for someone living by carefree rules. I know there is nothing that itches you to spill ink on the page By how I live my life in solitude and writing beside the flame.
It is not that you don’t love me for me But I no longer know what I could bring To you that you can’t get within arms reach When you have bodies aplenty
And so it goes I must go Before my own heart Bleeds too much art.