a lonely bridge in a cemetery somewhere around bandung
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a lonely bridge in a cemetery somewhere around bandung
#bandung #
"Everything will be beautiful in its time."
That’s a phrase we often hear whenever we’re stuck in a frustrating situation, feeling like there’s no hope of escaping a string of misfortunes.
Plans that repeatedly fall apart. Salaries that barely stick around before disappearing. Chasing dreams for your family and loved ones while watching the wrinkles on their foreheads deepen. Or meeting new people, only to end up with new disappointments.
“Just wait, everything will get better soon.”
“Hang in there, it’ll all be okay in time.”
That’s what we usually say to comfort others, even though, deep down, we’re not entirely sure.
Will everything really be okay one day? And honestly, maybe we don’t know either.
Life goes on. That’s the terrible part. And the only relief.
But hey, have you ever suddenly thought about something awful or sad from the past, and now it just makes you laugh?
Or have you ever accidentally passed by a road or a place that seems ordinary, but it holds some memory? A memory that’s just… ordinary With people who were just… ordinary Doing things that were, well… ordinary
Like, when you were living those moments, they just felt like part of your daily life—a way to pass the time with other people. But now, when you look back, those moments feel strangely beautiful. And we often call that: nostalgia.
And it makes me wonder… maybe everything we go through now won’t always be filled with the kind of beauty we hope for. Sometimes there’s joy, sometimes there’s sadness. Sometimes hope, sometimes despair. Sometimes laughter, sometimes tears. And most of the time… it’s just ordinary.
But over time, those moments gradually become more beautiful when we’ve moved far enough past them to stop and look back.
Maybe that’s just time’s way of apologizing—for never letting us escape its grasp, always pulling us forward, even when we just want to pause.
And maybe… that’s also how time makes everything beautiful in its time
My boy Sidin comes walking over there with a young woman who has her child in her arms; she offers us her hut for temporary residence and is willing, for our sake, to stay with her neighbor for a while.—Where is your husband then?
'Oh, sir,' she replied, 'eight days ago a tiger ate him.' She said this with a laughing face as if she were telling a joke.
On this basis, the reader should not imagine that the Javanese are callous and insensitive; that is absolutely not the case. The matter is this: in all the changes of their fate, they behave like born philosophers and quickly adapt to everything.
"As soon as the body is entrusted to the earth, even if the deceased was dearly loved in life, there is no more grieving. 'Grieving doesn't help anyway, and 'done deeds don't turn back that way! Why mourn someone for a long time when you can die yourself any day?'—That's roughly how they view things."
Franz Wilhelm Junghuhn (1867), translated from Licht- en schaduwbeelden uit de Binnenlanden van Java (Light and Shadow from Java’s Interior)
compassionate words is a swords. manipulator power and control.
— January 25, 1922 | Franz Kafka diaries
In case anyone is having a bad night:
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Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies
*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*
You’ll be okay, friend <3
has a breakdown about what a lonely life it is. goes for a walk with headphones in. purchases a beverage at the supermarket. you know how it goes
everybody is bad everybody is mad. at the same time they dont cause i know no one really meant to. but everybody is mad everybody is bad
Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post
Pixel Art based on The Royal Tenenbaums (2001) by Wes Anderson
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Pixel Art based on The Royal Tenenbaums (2001) by Wes Anderson
1stday learning pixel art.
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“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
— Louise Erdrich, from The Painted Drum (via kafk-a)
the urge to move is unbearable lately.
i would literally be the most inconsistent character in someone’s book. one moment i am happy and hopeful. the next i am sad and despondent. on some days i’m really productive. on others i lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. i am a mess of hastily scribbled notes and unfinished character concepts squashed together into a barely breathing, barely functional person.
Im an Unfinished person aka Jelema teu beres.