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“God gives every bird its food, but he does not throw it into its nest.”
— J. G. Holland
“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.
— Haruki Murakami
I've had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I have a lot more patience for others than I have for myself, and I'm much better at bringing out the best in others than myself. That's just the kind of person I am.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
The one thing I don't want to be is a burden to anyone.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
“Not everyone you love will stay. Not everyone you trust will be loyal. Some people only exist as an example of what to avoid.”
— What If - by Clarvoyant
“Words don’t come out when you’re hurt that deeply.”
— Haruki Murakami
“Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn’t happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?”
— Elizabeth Scott, Perfect You
“I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real.”
— Marc Jacobs
“If not me, someone elses will.”
bener gak tuh english nya? hehe. adalah ketika gue meyakinkan diri sendiri saat gebetan minta jemput karena doi takut ngojek karena udah malem. padahal mah impact dari gue jemput doi itu ga ada, paling besoknya juga udah pada lupa pernah semotor bareng dan sama2 kedinginan. Dan doi masih tanya kenapa muka gue bete pas nurunin dia. Dan lain-lainnya
Relatable garis keras
Lake Retba, Senegal
Come see how beautiful Africa is
include black people and people of colour in your activism, not just white people.
include Jews and Muslims in your activism, not just christians/atheists.
include transgender and nonbinary people in your activism, not just cisgender people.
include gay, lesbian and bisexual people in your activism, not just heterosexual people.
include people who are working class and people who are in poverty in your activism, not just the middle class.
include disabled and autistic people in your activism, not just the able bodied and neurotypical
include people with mental illness in your activism, not just those with good mental health.
include women and girls in your activism, not just men and boys.
be an advocate for marginalised groups, those are the people who need your help/activism (as a person of privilege) the most.
It’s true I love you In this rain I wanted you To be sitting at the end of the street So I could pass by And say hi I wanted your smile in the rain I want To pour into the sea for you All the words that I know I want to be born again To see the world To not know the color of pine To forget my own name To look in the mirror again To not know I have a shirt To not say today The words of yesterday To prepare the house for you To buy you a suitcase For you to ask the meaning of travel from me To fish new words from the sea To wash the words To die so much Until I come alive
- Ahmadreza Ahmadi [contemporary Persian poet]
Somewhere between “hello” and “goodbye,” there was love
so much love