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came back after 2 years... whaaat is going on here???
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RAZMISLI
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mnemosuki · 3 years
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Planeta Sarajevo <3
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One of the most beautiful moments I've ever witnessed💕
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Close the door when you leave
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mnemosuki · 3 years
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“Came across a beautiful line of Arabic poetry which basically means: Be like the date palm tree. Standing tall from those who are ignorant. And when they cast stones at you, throw back beautiful fruits at them.”
— Shabbir Hassan 
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mnemosuki · 3 years
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hir·aeth
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noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.
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im gonna remove my nervous system so i wont be nervous anymore. cant believe what a good idea this is why did no one else do this
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— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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mnemosuki · 3 years
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He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
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