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firstfullmoon · 11 months ago
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If you persevere, in time you will have an entirely different problem – not that life is meaningless, but rather that life has almost too much meaning. As the scales fall from your eyes the world rushes into focus, presenting itself with a kind of vibrational eloquence that can, at first, be almost overwhelming. Everything shimmers, everything clarifies, everything wrestles for your attention. Trees feel super-real, their roots plunged into the earth, their branches stretching to the sky, birds are flesh and blood souls, fragile with life, the sky unfolds and rolls, the ocean crashes, people fascinate, books are beautiful, children are whirling dynamos of chaos, dogs bark and cats meow, flowers shout, your neighbour glows, and God runs like a helix through all things. The world awaits you, humming with meaning. You are alive with potential. You are not dead.
— Nick Cave on getting clean, Red Hand Files #258
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hinamie · 4 months ago
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alongside someone like you
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#itafushi#fushiita#fanart#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jjk 266#jjk leaks#i feel like i say this after every piece at this point but iam once again. SO TIRED#collapses dead#cries i did it again i ws up all last night finishing the first 1.....tht one took *counts* 8 hours...#got 3 hrs sleep n picked up where i left off on th second one at 8 in the morning#2nd one absolutely ruined me n made the third one feel like a herculean task . even tho its literally just them on a bed#rooms....KITCHENS......beloathed!!!! public enemy no1 kill on sight!!!!!!#hell is real and they make u render different rooms of houses from scratch no perspective tool no clue what ur doing#n they see how long it takes u to completely lose it#clipped yuujis bangs back tho n i thought tht was cute . silver linings#1ST ONE WAS SO FUN ALSO idk if its bc outdoor environments r forgiving or bc i had more energy n was fresh faced n hopeful or what#but it is by far my favourite. once again pulled out nearly every nature brush in my arsenal#third one meh simple safe soft w/e i was just so exhausted after th kitchen tht working on it was such a slog#oh ya i added a bunch of scars 2 yuuji's arms n lobbed off his ring finger sighs the yuuji injury list (tm) grows every minute#also HINA USE YELLOW CHALLENGE CLEAR golden hour in2 sunset my beloved <333 easy warm light + safe homey Peaceful vibes...bless#cries eternally thinking abt them let us have this let THEM have this pls thank u#ok i need to not look at these anymore take them enjoy my contribution 2 the domestic itfs pile
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thekadhai · 2 years ago
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Indian beverage popular in South Asia. Made by brewing black tea (usually CTC tea) in milk and water, chai is also usually sweetened with sugar. While some variants may also include the addition of aromatic herbs and spices, known colloquially as Masala chai, the most common preparation is unspiced
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ezc6 · 1 month ago
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good morning 💨🍋🍃
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ghostfacethriller · 1 month ago
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More coffee please
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suave1foru · 1 month ago
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Good morning
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4evereterniti · 3 months ago
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🛁🥥🤍hello, good morning 🤍🥥🛁
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scalierpepper · 1 year ago
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necromancy is cool
I really struggled with this angle and I was too stubborn to give up so there's a lot of things that aren't quite right, but I want to call it done and I really like the composition so I send it into the tumblr void for you to see anyways ~~
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faaun · 5 months ago
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what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again
#i just dont know how else to tell you everything !!! santoor from a different room the large family gathering the black tea with saffron#drank out of delicate glass and gold vessels cold marble on hot nights big stars big rivers big mountains#visible from busy tehran roads the ease of conversation tension eased by sarcasm tall tall cliffsides you drive by#rushing to put on headscarves before the head teacher comes in a rave by the base of damavand massive sun pastel purple skies#disjunct architecture trucks on road sides with fresh fruits pomegranates watermelons oranges everywhere#the smell of golpar on tangerines beautiful girls in tehran holding hands bautiful boys in kermanshah speaking kurdish the janky#cars on the verge of breakdown held together by love caspian sea lighting up in spring staying up into the morning on noruz#my friends uncle sang and played setar his son played the violin a little fear a lot of love remnants of something#grand carved into the cliffside everything feels bigger taller the landscape swallows you it smells like#illegally imported wine and orange blossoms and auntie's tahchin soaking your eyes in warm tea when youre sick#tomatoes and salt concrete and stone something mandmade and something raw new flag old resilience#the anger getting to us bruised eyes big grin all i know is the north i feel sorry my mother asks if id be okay#if they got a place in tajikistan we love each other enough dont we? when we look in the mirror we see each other. theres a love letter#across the border and it says I MISS YOU IM GLAD YOURE DOING BETTER itll never be the same im not okay with it at all there are no more#stars i miss jumping over big fires i miss our fireworks im sorry we cant be happy anymore everyone#leaves the mint and rosewater and sunlight for a reason.#it's not pride it's just generational regret
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simplyghosting · 1 month ago
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*something bad happens to me but I believe in something greater* I’m going to become the hoper
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firstfullmoon · 2 months ago
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Kim Addonizio, from “Aria di Sorbetto,” in Exit Opera
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sm0lsuccubus · 4 months ago
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early morning bread is peak
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moranjpg · 9 months ago
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frankenstein - or, the modern prometheus, mary shelley
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blimbo-buddy · 4 months ago
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funny that posts going “Sorry that IvyPool is showing her grief in a messy and imperfect way. That’s just how it goes sometimes” is almost always vaguely responding to people talking about how they think what IvyPool is doing/saying to DoveWing is cruel like I’m sure they acknowledge that grief can make you say bad things but that isn’t going to stop them from still feeling like what she’s doing/saying is cruel or hurtful
Need a huge ass banner that says “I acknowledge that IvyPool’s grief is messy, violent and imperfect in all regards but I still condemn her actions because grief still hurts all people. No I’m not saying she can never get mad or lash out ever don’t make a vague tumblr post about me”
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suave1foru · 1 month ago
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Just us
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vickyvicarious · 6 months ago
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This morning, as I was sitting on the edge of my bed cudgelling my brains,
Sounds like a routine. Which is a sign of his resilience and determination, that he regularly sits and thinks of any possible way out. He hasn't given up. He's not resorting to panicked risky attempts yet either.
But it's also very sad. His deadline is coming up fast and there's only so long he can keep going like this. But he has nothing else he can do, at least nothing he can think of. Every morning, perhaps, he sits on his bed and wracks his brains to try and think of some possible course of action, and every morning he's stuck. It's such a miserable routine, but he keeps trying because he has to, it's all he has.
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