Late nights and rainy mornings • 3am thoughts • All the feelings that linger within you and I
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“Do what you love for yourself, and the fragrance of self-love inspire others along the way.”
—ayman abdinasir
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anon / anon / @mountainqoats / bygones, Keaton Henson / Invitation, Mary Oliver / better in the morning, birdtalker /
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Janet Fitch, from her novel titled "White Oleander," originally published in 1999
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Imagine having the human capacity to build something so grand...and then dedicate it to God
Catedral de Wells, UK
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There is something comforting about a bookstore being placed on a busy street. It is like having a white piece being surrounded by black pieces in chess; like that one kid quietly eating their lunch while being surrounded by kids who are running, screaming and creating chaos. It is like being on a crowded beach with noise cancellation earbuds. It’s being different in the midst of commoners yet somehow not so different that everyone starts noticing you.
- z.t. (Extract from a story I want to finish)
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27-12-2024
"....These epics that shape the image of Man are as Franz Kafka says like ice axe to break the sea frozen inside us."
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There is a word in my native language malayalam, "Manoradhangal" which translates to "Chariot of your mind/thoughts".
"Mano" refers to your mind/heart/fantasy/conscious etc. "Radhangal" is a plural of "Radham" which is a chariot, vehicles, something that would transport you from here, to anywhere.
Manoradhangal can be interpreted to Mindscapes, the voyages of your thoughts/ the wishful thinking of your heart/ where your heart takes you/ what your heart seeks/a wandering fantasy...
You ride in your chariot wherever it takes you, endlessly and fall back to earth, quiver in your day dream.
Remember,You own your Chariot of fantasies.
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"At first, it was purposeful. But as time went on, it became accidental. I admired you from the beginning, yes. But it turned to something truly terrifying: enamored."
Anonymous
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on identity
ojibwe / noah kahan / richard siken / unknown / unknown / oamisoa / cameron awkward-rich
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—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: I am alone in my room, between two worlds.]
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