#saje writes

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read my full review of natural beauty by ling ling huang here.

Sly, surprising, and razor-sharp, Natural Beauty follows a young musician into an elite, beauty-obsessed world where perfection comes at a staggering cost.

Our narrator produces a sound from the piano no one else at the Conservatory can. She employs a technique she learned from her parents—also talented musicians—who fled China in the wake of the Cultural Revolution. But when an accident leaves her parents debilitated, she abandons her future for a job at a high-end beauty and wellness store in New York City.

Holistik is known for its remarkable products and procedures—from remoras that suck out cheap Botox to eyelash extensions made of spider silk—and her new job affords her entry into a world of privilege and a long-awaited sense of belonging. She becomes transfixed by Helen, the niece of Holistik’s charismatic owner, and the two strike up a friendship that hazily veers into more. All the while, our narrator is plied with products that slim her thighs, smooth her skin, and lighten her hair. But beneath these creams and tinctures lies something sinister.

A piercing, darkly funny debut, Natural Beauty explores questions of consumerism, self-worth, race, and identity—and leaves readers with a shocking and unsettling truth.

my review:

Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect going into this book. The summary is just vague enough to intrigue you even more but doesn’t fully prepare you for how this book unfolds. Natural Beauty delves into the sinister world of beauty as self-care and self-worth—and what people will do to be their “perfect” selves.

Once, the unnamed narrator was a immensely talented pianist, a prodigy who had been training at the Conservatory for years. Then her parents suffer a debilitating accident, and she leaves her future behind to make money to pay for their care. At the restaurant where she works as a dishwasher, she’s discovered by Saje, who invites her to work for Holistik, her famous beauty store that people would kill to work for. There, the narrator is exposed to the extreme lengths people would go to in order to be beautiful—and the dangers underlying the price of beauty.

The way this book unfolds was fascinating; I could never look away, even when I was disturbed by the events that were happening. It’s definitely one that will stick with me for a while, and I’m definitely excited to see what this author writes next because I loved the writing. There’s something sticky about the narration that I just really enjoyed.

read my full review here.

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Hanuman Chalisa in English

Hanuman Chalisa is a devotional hymn dedicated to Lord Hanumanji, who is known for his strength, courage and loyalty. Hanumanji is also known as monkey god in hindu. The Chalisa consists of forty verses, each of one praises Lord Hanuman and tells the story of his greatness.

The Hanuman Chalisa was written by sant Shri Tulsidas, who was a Hindu saint and poet and he lived in the 16th century. According to Tulsidas, he was inspired to write the Chalisa after having a vision of Lord Hanuman, who asked him to compose a prayer in his honor.

The Chalisa is a popular prayer among Hindus and it is recited by millions of people around the world. It is said to get blessings and protection to those who recite it with devotion.

The Chalisa begins with an invocation to Lord Hanuman, asking for his blessings and protection. It then goes on to describe Lord Hanuman's physical appearance and his many virtues. The Chalisa also tells the story of Lord Hanuman's many heroic deeds, including his role in helping Lord Rama defeat the demon king Ravana in the epic Hindu tale, the Ramayana.

Starting verse of the Chalisa phrase is "Jai Hanuman," which means "victory of Hanumanji." This phrase is often repeated by those reciting the Chalisa as a way of expressing their devotion and reverence for Lord Hanuman.

The Chalisa is often recited during religious ceremonies and festivals, as well as during daily prayers and meditation. Many people believe that reciting the Chalisa can help them to overcome obstacles, improve their health and well-being and bring them closer to Lord Hanuman.

In addition to its religious significance, the Hanuman Chalisa is also valued for its literary and poetic qualities. The Chalisa is written in a simple yet powerful style, making it accessible to people of all ages and religions. Its themes of devotion, courage and service are universal and continue to inspire people around the world. Here we provide Hanuman Chalisa Lyrics in English below:

Hanuman Chalisa Lyrics in English PDF

॥ Doha ॥

Shri guru charan saroj raj neej manu mukur sudhari । Baranu raghubar bimal jasu jo dayaku phal chari ॥

Buddhi-heen tanu janike sumeero pavan kumar । Bal buddhi bidya dehu mohi harahu kalesh bikar ॥

॥ Chaupayee ॥

॥Jai Hanuman gyan gun sagar । Jai kapis tihu lok ujagar ॥01॥

Ram doot atulit bal dhama ।Anjaani-putra pavan sut nama ॥02॥

Mahabir bikram Bajrangi । Kumati nivar sumati ke sangi ॥03॥

Kanchan baran biraj subesa ।Kanan kundal kunchit kesa ॥04॥

Hath bajra aur dhvaja biraje । Kaandhe munj janeu saje ॥05॥

Sankar suvan Kesari nandan ।Tej pratap maha jag bandan ॥06॥

Bidyavaan guni ati chatur । Ram kaj karibe ko aatur ॥07॥

Prabhu charitra sunibe-ko rasiya ।Ram Lakhan Sita maan basiya ॥08॥

Sukshma roop dhari Siyahi dikhava । Bikat roop dhari Lank jarava ॥09॥

Bhim roop dhari asur sahare ।Ramachandra ke kaj savare ॥10॥

Laye sanjivan Lakhan jiyaye । Shri Raghuvir harashi ur laye ॥11॥

Raghupati kinhi bahut badhaee ।Tum mam priye Bharat-hi-sam bhai ॥12॥

Sahas badan tumharo jas gaave । Asa-kahi Shripati kantha lagave ॥13॥

Sankadik brahmadi munisa ।Narad-sarad sahit ahisa ॥14॥

Jum Kuber digpaal jaha teh । Kabi Kovid kahi sake kahan teh ॥15॥

Tum upkar Sugreevahi keenha ।Ram milaye rajpad deenha ॥16॥

Tumharo mantra Vibhishan maana । Lankeshvar bhaye sab jag jana ॥17॥

Yug sahastra jojan par bhanu ।Leelyo tahi madhur phaal janu ॥18॥

Prabhu mudrika meli mukh mahi । Jaladi langhi gaye achraj nahi ॥19॥

Durgaam kaj jagat ke jete ।Sugam anugraha tumhre tete ॥20॥

Ram duwaare tum rakhvare । Hoat na adyna binu paisare ॥21॥

Sab sukh lahe tumhari sarna ।Tum rakshak kahu ko darna ॥22॥

Aapan tej samharo aape । Teenho lok hank teh kanpe ॥23॥

Bhoot pisaach nikat nahin aave ।Mahabir jab naam sunave ॥24॥

Nase rog hare sab peera । Japat nirantar Hanumant beera ॥25॥

Sankat se Hanuman chudave ।Man karam bachan dyan jo lave ॥26॥

Sab par Ram tapasvee raja । Teen ke kaj sakal tum saja ॥27॥

Aur manorath jo koi lave ।Sohi amit jeevan phal pave ॥28॥

Charo yug partap tumhara । Hai parasiddha jagat ujiyara ॥29॥

Sadhu sant ke tum rakhware ।Asur nikanandan Ram dulare ॥30॥

Ashta-sidhi nav nidhi ke daata । Asabar deen Janki mata ॥31॥

Ram rasayan tumhare pasa ।Sada raho Raghupati ke dasa ॥32॥

Tumhare bhajan Ram ko paave । Janam-janam ke dukh bisrave ॥33॥

Anth-kaal Raghubar pur jaee ।Jaha janma Hari-bhakht kahaee ॥34॥

Aur devta chitta na dharaee । Hanumanth se he sarba sukh karaee ॥35॥

Sankat kate-mite sab peera ।Jo sumire Hanumat balbeera ॥36॥

Jai Jai Jai Hanuman gosaee । Krupa karahu gurudev ki naee ॥37॥

Jo sath baar paath kar koi ।Chuthee bandhi maha sukh hoee ॥38॥

Jo yaha padhe Hanuman Chalisa । Hoye Siddhi Sakhi Gaurisa ॥39॥

Tulsidas sada Hari chera ।Keeje nath hridaye maha dera ॥40॥

॥ Doha ॥

॥Pawan tanay sankat haran mangal murti roop । Ram Lakhan Sita sahit hriday basahu sur bhoop ॥

॥ Bol Jai Bajarangabali ki Jai । Pavan Putra Hanuman ki Jai ॥ 

॥ Jai Shri Ram ॥

In conclusion, the Hanuman Chalisa is a beloved prayer among Hindus and is an important part of their religious and cultural heritage. Its timeless message of devotion, courage, and service continues to inspire people of all faiths and backgrounds to this day.

[memoirsofabibliophile]

themes for january

liver dinner with caramelized onions and mushrooms

carbonated mineral water

reading

rocks with circles, letters, or other clear shapes somehow imprinted in a different colour than the majority of the stone

saje essential oil nose inhalers

the rush hour movies

sleeping with a weighted blanket

organizing my phone photos

taking my computer to work to write or work on my business

ugg slippers

homemade sorrel

my great-grandmothers dark green, gold-trimmed pendant on a 16” gold chain

typing rather than writing by hand

almond cow milk (specifically the ferrero rocher one made with hazelnuts, cocoa, dates, maple syrup, and sea salt)

homemade gin sours in coupe glasses

porridge with dates for breakfast

cold beach walks

daily documentation

notes app

[suchananewsblog]

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[angelsofaurora]

What Are The Odds?(Part 3)

Pairing: Reader x Izzy Stradlin

Word Count: 2096

I’m gonna try and keep the updates coming quicker now, however I cannot promise anything:( Hope you enjoy!

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The sun has never been so bright in the morning as it was today. Or at least that’s how it felt when you opened your eyes. As soon as the light stung your eyes, the increasing headache started to form.

“Fuck, I’m never drinking again”, you whined, trying to cover your eyes from the brightness. You let out a small laugh, knowing that’s exactly the words you always tell yourself but yet to this day have failed to keep that promise.

After a few minutes trying to fall back asleep to get rid of the pounding pain in your head, you got up and headed for the kitchen. You desperately needed a glass of water and painkillers. Crossing your small bedroom, you opened the doors to get into the hallway. That’s when you finally started to realize that you don’t actually remember much from the night, except for getting to know a guy named Axl and him introducing you and your friend to his band members. After that the only thing you remember is getting in a car and someone talking to you. It was a guy, that’s what you recalled and he had dark hair, but you couldn’t remember his face for anything. After all, this guy got you home safe and as you also remembered he stayed to make sure you got into bed safe and sound, yet you couldn’t remember his face? Great.

Just as you were popping some pills into your mouth, the phone rang. Was it always that loud?

“Hi?” you answered the phone, hoping the caller could identify your annoyed tone. It was way too early for someone to call. It’s rude, right?

“You hungover bitchhh, you up yet?” your best friend’s voice rang into your ear. Damn, she was such a pain in the ass sometimes.

“Nope.” Finally, you actually checked the time. It was 1 in the afternoon. Oh, well, maybe it wasn’t that early never the less.

“Yeahhh so listen you should get dressed and get your ass here!”

She convinced you to come to the band’s apartment, where she stayed the night with Axl. Not that you really wanted to go but she’d call as many times as it would take to get you there.

One hour, a shower and a few glasses of water later, you were heading towards the address she gave you. Thankfully the weather chose to have mercy on you, as it was cloudy but not cold. Just the perfect weather for a hungover young lady.

Once at the apartment, Steven came and opened the door for you. You remembered his name. Progress.

He led you to the main room or so called, living room, where the guys were sat. The room was not that big, but a light rug and a big window made it seem bigger. On a grey sofa sat Axl and your friend, not really noticing your arrival as they were too busy with each other. On the other end sat Duff, the bassist. Right next to his legs on the floor was a mess of fluffy black curls and the rest of a man’s body. That was the guy who you wanted to fuck yesterday, right? You knew that much, however, his face was also a blur in your memory and him lying on his stomach, facing down, didn’t help you much to remember his face. As you later on found out, it was Slash. Wait, was that the guy who took you home? You really couldn’t bring yourself to ask.

Steven joyfully announced your arrival and all the heads popped at your direction. You awkwardly smiled but thank God, your friend spoke.

“Y/n finally! You do still remember the guys, don’t you?” her sarcastic tone told you that she knew there was no way you’d remember much, judging by how fucked you were.

“Of course she doesn’t, she was fucking pissed,” commented Axl, but not really sounding rude. “Iz literally dragged her to the car so I doubt she even remembers who got her home.”

Bull’s eye. You stood there dumbfounded, not really knowing what to say except for smiling awkwardly. He mentioned Iz? The guy who got you home? You begged whoever was listening to you mentally babbling, that it was not the guy you had a bit of a feud with.

Your questions were answered a few minutes after you sat down on the rug, next to Slash, who was now waking up. Your heart sank, when Duff called: “Yo, Izzy, look who got here on their own!” It was clearly targeting you.

A dark haired guy stepped into the room, and at that very moment when your eyes met you remembered. How could you forget those piercing green eyes?

He kept the stare for a bit longer and then looked away, asking Axl something about their next gig. Wow, he wants to ignore you? You decided it’s gonna be his way. You won’t even bother saying thanks.

The day went on and you and your friend spent it with the guys.

You and Slash got along extremely well and soon he got a bit touchy. Considering the fact that you liked him and that you could use a little distraction from Izzy’s non-stop stare that you could not put a label on as to what it meant, you were quick to accept his invitation to his room. You tried your hardest to ignore Izzy as you and Slash got up and went across the room. But as you were almost out of the door, you caught Izzy’s stare. Your eyes locked and for just a split second you thought you a saw a hint of- what? Disappointment? No, you probably just imagined it.

After your wild evening with Slash, you fell asleep in his bed. You didn’t even know whether (Y/B/F/N) has left or stayed here with Axl. But you honestly didn’t even care.

At around 4 in the morning you woke up to a sound coming from what you guessed the living room. Soon you realized someone was playing guitar.

Many minutes have passed before you decided you won’t be able to fall back asleep, so you carefully removed Slash’s arm from your waist, trying your hardest not to wake him. Slipping your feet to the ground, you put his hand onto now empty space beside him and got out of bed.

You didn’t really want to bug the person that was playing since you were staying at their apartment and you felt you had no right to tell them what to do.

When you passed what you assumed to be Axl’s room, judging by the familiar moans that were coming from the inside, you realized two things. First thing was you were not the only one who got it tonight and the second one you were sure your friend had stayed.

Hearing them made you uncomfortable so you made sure you passed the room as quickly as possible.

The living room was dark but you had now confirmed your theory that the sound was coming from here. Stepping inside as quietly as possible you noticed one of the boys sitting on the floor by the big window, guitar in his hands. Not wanting to let him be aware of your presence, you leaned on the door frame and took in what you were seeing. The moonlight fell so delicately over half of his face, highlighting his black long hair, thin long nose, the cigarette trapped in between his red lips and his sharply sculptured chin. His white button-up shirt sat loose on his torso and he left it unbuttoned so you could make out his chest under the fabric. He still wore the same black jeans you first saw him in. His gentle strums over the guitar and his quiet humming took you over completely. Izzy. You hated to admit it to yourself but the sight made you aware of how beautiful he actually was.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice that he stopped playing and was now looking at you. He startled you when he spoke in his raspy voice.

“What?” You could hear annoyance in his tone and all the previous admiration for him was gone.

“Could you keep it down for fucks sake, it’s 4 in the morning.” Well... it’s not impolite to ask him to keep it down, right? You did ask... in your own polite way, right?

“Fuck off.” Now his annoyance was pretty straight forward.

You decided it was not really worth it so you got to the kitchen and tried to find a glass. After some struggling and you opening almost every cabinet’s door, you heard shuffling coming towards you. You turned around to face Izzy. Just as you were about to ask he opened the cabinet you were yet to get to and pulled out two glasses. He gave one of them to you and kept the other one for himself. He then turned around and opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Night Train. He poured some into his glass and offered to pour a glass for you too. You just nodded, surprised he even offered it to you. He then left the kitchen with his glass and, what now was apparently his bottle.

Not knowing what to think of his weird behavior you waited in the kitchen for a few minutes. He started playing again, now it was a song you’ve heard before. You walked into the living room and sat down next to him, while trying to be quiet and not bother him.

He eyed you but didn’t comment and he didn’t stop playing. You recognized the song now fully as he began murmuring the singing part.

As the song hit the chorus you started singing along since you really liked this song and you caught onto the words after the second time you’ve heard the chorus at the club the other night.

“I think about you, honey, all the time my heart says yes,

I think about you, deep inside I love you best,

I think about you, you know you’re the one I want,

I think about you, darling, you’re the only one,

I think about you...”

At first he ignored you but soon he was looking at you, his eyes not missing one movement of your face and lips. He stopped playing and now your eyes were locked together, neither of you looking away. You could feel the tension radiating between you and it was becoming overwhelming. What the hell?

“Thank you.” You managed to form the words after looking away.

“For what?” Now Izzy was lighting his cigarette and looking away too, just giving you a confused look as you thanked him.

“For getting me home yesterday.”

He looked surprised when he looked at you. You couldn’t really figure out why he was surprised.

“Oh... yeah, it’s fine.”

After that an awkward silence filled the room but he cut it when he sighed.

“You didn’t strike me as that kind of a girl, (Y/N).” He spoke in a small voice, almost as if he hoped you wouldn’t hear him.

“What do you mean?” You were legit confused as to what he was referring to.

“Well the typical groupie of the Sunset Strip kinda girl.”

You absolutely did not expect to hear that. Did you really come off as that type of a girl? But why should you care? It really wasn’t any of his business at all. It enraged you, who the hell does he think he is?

“What the fuck is your problem Stradlin?” You raised your voice a bit now but hoping the others won’t get woken up by the argument that is about to go down.

“I can fuck whoever I want and that is none of your business!” You were beaming with anger now.

“That’s what they all say.” He scoffed at you.

“But judging by how loud you were I’d say he at least fucked you good, huh?”

For some reason his words hurt you. You felt as if you’ve done something very wrong and now you were being scolded for it.

“Fuck off, you’re a fucking dickhead!”

You got to your feet, not wanting to hear or see him anymore. You were so confused and angry. Your encounters with him were ridiculous to say the least. One moment you’re talking and singing as if you’re best buddies and the next you’re each other’s worst enemies. What the hell is that?

[sparkandpen]

Saje, freshman, plant witch, mixed race, bisexual.

[deansawthetvglow]

5, 9, 14, 19 28 💕

Hi dork, thanks 4 making me do a deep dive for these

5. three songs you wish you could forget (because listening to them hurts)

The Night We Met- Lord Huron

All I Want- Kodaline

White Blood- Oh Wonder 

Friends- Ed Sheeran

but i like listening to the last three, they’re beautiful, but the first one actually makes me v sad so ill only really listen to it if im in the mood to be a bunch sadder lol 

9. three songs that get you in the Christmas Mood

White Christmas- Bing Crosby

It’s Beginning To Look a Lot Like Christmas-Bing Crosby

Santa Claus is Coming To Town- Elf version lol

Bonus- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Eto6DU_2oI :P

14. three songs you want at your wedding

God this is hard bc i feel like i always had songs picked out and now ive forgotten lol so here are just some of my fave love songs

Rivers and Roads- The Head and The Heart (thats my acapella group singin! its nostalgic for me) 

Dancing To Nothing At All- The Greeting Committee 

You and I- Ingrid Michaelson

And also songs like stupid songs that don’t belong at weddings but make them awesome like Don’t Stop Believing, and like a bunch off the Dean Winchester Playlist, and lots of participatory dances so our guests can have a great time like “everybody clap ur hands!!” “cha cha real smooth” 

19. three songs that are your guilty pleasure

lmao i dont listen to these often but when i do, i bop 

Just a Friend- Biz Markie

It Wasn’t Me- Shaggy

Literally any of the songs on this playlist of my childhood music

20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

there are a lot that are too cheesy to write here lol so

Warm Animal- Sure Sure

The Mighty Fall- or any FOB lmao 

Hands Down (original or the reprise, this link is reprise)- The Greeting Committee

28. three best songs to get drunk or high to

lmao i had to go back to my freshman year drug playlist for this and idk which ones so might just link u the playlist 

top for getting high 

Retrograde- James Blake 

Lost Tonight- Saje 

Intro- The xx

top for getting drunk 

Juice- by Lizzo 

Once Upon a Time- Mariahlynn

Fuck Tha Police or Straight Outta Compton- N.W.A. 

also if its a girls night, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun- Cyndi Lauper

or literally any throwback

ALSO this song 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3S5sqY1AknhueEJq4RNb5x?si=1qmpe4dQTuWrJ71oyxa5Uw

Honorable Mentions just bc i wanna share these and they kinda fit getting drunk or high but def has to be a Mood

Go To Town- Doja Cat (fucking love Doja Cat)

Squidward Nose- cupcakKe (its a classic)

[cynassa]

Tagore isn’t quite untranslatable but: one of the problems of translating his best poems to english particularly (rather than german, say), is that many of his more complex ideas are in conjoint words, making a sum greater than the parts. It doesn’t translate well. English has a rich vocabulary, but it doesn’t really have kennings anymore. 

An example:

(Link to a video and the song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-ZsIBFUkcY)

From the sentence ‘Maharajo, e ki saje, ele ridoyopuromajhe’

Ridoyopuromajhe

Ridoy+puro+majhe

Ridoy: both heart and soul, closer to spirit

puro: the entirety of

shoutout to @mayavanavihariniharini for pointing out that it’s pur not puro which means town, and is typically used as a suffix to placenames

majhe: within/amidst

in english it translates to a clumsy: [awe of you fills] all of my soul

alternatively, i could write the whole sentence as

Saint-prince, I’m awe-struck by your new aspect

It puts forward the feeling of the original without remotely capturing the sheer lyricism. 

In other news, go listen to his music. Sahana Bajpai is brilliant

[alljustbeingrandom]

Sad poetry pics - sad poetry about life & sad poetry in urdu 2 lines now

Blues poems for the new horrible design of Urdu and poem poems for the lovers have been updated here on this page. If you are on Facebook or Twitter, it is possible that you have read many such poems in Urdu in the article, or seen some of them in your timeline. Here is my greatest and most beloved beloved poem about love collection for you. Now you can keep scrolling for my Sad poetry pics collection, including broken heart lines, sad love pictures. Now I want to show all these pictures, I hope you like it.

Hyderabad Literary Festival (HLF) is an annual occasion which celebrates creativity in all its structures. HLF is a multi-disciplinary, multilingual opportunity which attracts hundred essayists, artists, academics, researchers and distributors from India and abroad every year. HLF 2019 is sorted by the "Hyderabad Literary Trust" with the help of some scholars, artistic and cultural organizations, with the Telangana government

This year, Shabana Azmi, who has been a key figure in television, film and theater, attended the ceremony. He addressed the audience in his lovely voice and being a daughter of Kaifi Azmi, a poetic tale, she showed her great knowledge and love about Urdu poetry. He recited some famous poems and refreshed the essence of his father's verses. The listener continued to make requests and Shabana Azmi deliberately kept up to fulfill those requests. On the day, the poem got its reputation (altitude), making the enthusiasts totally happy.

sad poetry about life Shabana's Urdu poem was not only for entertainment, but also to the audience and to the government officials. In his last poem, he said that first of all, we should ensure gender equality and remove the difference between men and women in all areas, and especially in our brains. Secondly, we should not just go for materialistic success and superficial development, because these things are not worth making a strong nation. Rather, we should give our attention to the betterment of human conditions in our society. To make our country great and strong, we should be very concerned about human development.

Such festivals should be organized to promote the languages ​​and cultures of every country and can be served as a platform for presenting the new generation with the literary treasure of the previous generation.

I am writing this article because I feel that a lot of sad poetry in Urdu is a favorite thing for people who love their life and that is because I am not an experienced poet and I like them as well as poetry I do not know anything about which is a very good taste for poetry, so I want to know or learn about Urdu poetry. Writing about the fastest way to know about something. Now I think I should write something on poetry. I have not spent really great time to break and improve knowledge of Urdu poetry.

sad poetry in urdu 2 lines

There is only one main reason that I have not spent so much time on the very sad poem in Urdu due to my bad reading habits (I think that). I usually read about information rather than about poetry. Urdu poetry is one of the main sources which can actually move or change the world (any life universe), and Urdu poetry is not an immortal, it shows some people's condolences.

ZINDAGI "TUJH PAR"BOHOT GHOR KIYA MEIN NEY TU RANGEEN KHAYALO KE SIWA KCH BHI NHI 😞

Gham e Aashiqi Tera ShukriyaHum Kahan Se Guzar Gayesad poetry images in urdu about loveHm ko mallom ha k jnnat ki hqqeqk lekindil k kush rkhny ko galab ye khyal acha ha  ( Mirza ghalib poetry )

Bachpan Wala Wo "Itwar" Ab Nahi Aata..Doston Pe Wo Piyar Ab Nahi Aata..Jab Wo Kehta Tha To Nikal Party Thy Bina Ghari Dekhy,,

Hum ne kya kya na tere Hijr me Mehboob kiaSabr e Ayoob kiagir'ya e Yaqoob kia :-(KaSH K Wo Lout Aay MujhSy ye KehNy.ARSLANTum Kon Hoty Ho MujhSy BecHrNy walytum kahan ho Meray Qareeb aao...; mujhy itna To pata challay K ma Kahan Ho??wo Kia Jane mere pyaar KuSajjadHumne Tu her dua me manga bare shoq k sth..

Hath baalon Me phairo to Main so jaonKoi Qissa tum sunao to Main so jaonTum se kehna hai k mujhe neend nhi aati Apni banhon Me sulao to Main so jaon Meri palkon pe saje hain kai Raaton se diye Tum palkon se bujhao to Main so jaon Aakhri sans mujhe moqa de de ye zra Mera wada hai k wo aaye to Main so jaon ßad ki bad Me dekhen ge tum se kehna hy Aj ki raat meray pas aa jao to Main so jaon. Unhen bewafa jo bolon to Toheen hai Wafa ki.........Wo Wafa nibha rhy hain,kbi idher,kbi udhe and  sad poetry in urdu 2 lines

Mera Jism Rooh Se Tere Liye Jid-O-Jehad Pe HaiNazron Ke Parde Utha Aur Bahon Ko Faila DeMere Jazbaato Ka Janaza Tere Dahleez Pe HaiAshqon Ki Barish Kar Aur Ghamo Ka Sailab La De

Chot Jazbaaton Ko Lagti HaiAur Dard Lafzon Ko Hota Hai

Jab Lab Tumhare Bezubaan Ho JayeAur Khaak Tumhare Makan Ho JayeYaadein-Waade Sabko Samet LenaJab Kabhi Ahle-Mohabbat Ka Azaan Ho Jaaye

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[the-reality-revolution]

Interview with Saje Dyer On The Life And Teachings Of Wayne Dyer

To millions of readers around the world, Dr. Wayne Dyer was the beloved “Father of Motivation”—but to Serena, Saje, and their six siblings, he was simply “Dad.” When he died suddenly in 2015, the sisters were blindsided by grief and felt unprepared to navigate life’s challenges and conflicts without his guidance. The experience launched them on an adventure from loss to understanding as they came to realize and metabolize their father’s teachings with a new urgency, intimacy, and power as they applied them to their lives. As their journey unfolded, they realized their father’s wisdom—“The Knowing”—was embedded in their DNA … as it is for all of us. “We didn’t discover The Knowing,” write the authors. “We simply returned to it.” In The Knowing, Saje and Serena share how they recommitted to the teachings of their father and, in doing so, created their own evolution of his principles that they teach today. They share the 11 lessons that cracked them open and sparked their own spiritual journey, including: • Parented in Pure Love—the joys, surprises, and gifts of growing up in the Dyer family • How the Soul Remembers—how to become a host for miracles instead of a hostage to circumstance • Take Your Shoes Off—bringing stillness to the mind to open your heart to guidance • The Geometry of Forgiveness—change your life and the lives around you with a simple prayer • Especially Love—how to always return to love, kindness, and receptivity The Knowing is a book for seekers young and old, for fans of Wayne Dyer’s work and newcomers alike. Here is a profound and loving guide to lead you back—in crisis, in joy, or in this present moment—to the wellspring of wisdom that always dwells within. I was overjoyed to get a chance to interview Saje and discuss her book and the legacy and teachings of her father Wayne Dyer who was an amazing teacher and writer and touched so many peoples lives.

[swit-purple]

Saje up lagi. Baru ss. Sebab ada pertambahan like kat comment aku. Gituw.

And still bersemangat nak buat buku untuk diri sendiri lah.

Tapi langsung belum mula lagi..

The book has yet to be written.

I have yet to write a book about me, but I will.

[knowledgebaseng]

Veteran Yoruba Actress Madam Saje Celebrates Her Lookalike Daughter’s Birthday (Photos)

Veteran Yoruba Actress Madam Saje Celebrates Her Lookalike Daughter’s Birthday (Photos)

The fantastic veteran Yoruba actress Madam Saje celebrate her daughter’s birthday with heart melting caption today. This beautiful veteran actress took to her social media platform, to write heart melting caption to celebrate her beautiful daughter’s birthday. Celebrating her daughter’s birthday, veteran actress Madam Saje wrote; Happy birthday to my lovely beautiful understand loyal consider…

[iamverysmall-andihavenomoney]

hello angel!

thank you for the compliment love🥺💓💓 but I suppose we disagree on that point then, seeing as how you are most definitely the sweetest person; you always make time to reply to me with such kind messages, even amidst all of the detailed drabbles you write 🥰💖💖

it makes me really happy to hear that you enjoy reading my messages! 🥺💓 and I’m very very glad that you enjoy writing for suna baby💖💖also, never apologize for rambling hehe I love reading your messages!!

omg I’ve already reread the makeup fic with suna like five times lol my heart is 💓💓💓 it’s freaking amazing and so well-characterized, and it’s everything I’ve ever needed in life🥰 I don’t know how you do it, but you always always always hit my requests perfectly, it’s crazy! but baby why were you worried about the hickey prank fic?🥺 it’s literally so good, and I’ve reread it a bunch too hehe🥰💓 also, love you’re too sweet omg you’re making me melt🥺💖💖

I’m glad to hear you’re doing okay, but I’m sorry to hear about your headache🥺 something I find that helps me when I have my headaches (besides taking possibly too much Advil) is the peppermint halo oil roll-on from Saje! it’s a lil pricy and probably not good if you’re sensitive to scents, but it tends to help me a lot! I am glad to hear that your snow situation is better tho!! and it’s great that things will hopefully be back to normal soon, considering how things are being fixed!!

I’m doing alright myself, thank you for asking! it’s a bit of a busy day today, as I have a lot on my to-do list, although it’s mostly just studying for exams that I have mon, tues, wed; club meetings (for the third day in a row😔); and a mix of both school and club projects. so a little bit stressful, but mostly just normal work! I am also a lil headachey, although it might be from dehydration; I slept in for the first time in,,, a while and I suppose my body has become used to me drinking water 24/7 oops 🥴🙊

thank you for the reminders angel, and the same goes to you!! take care of yourself, please🥺💓💓 make sure you hydrate, eat, and sleep enough love, and please remember to smile! I may not be there to see it, but it sure is stunning🥰 I’ll talk to you soon💓✨

–☁️

Hi there, again, sweetheart!

Of course, of course, but I’m only telling the truth, y’know! But I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree on that one 😤 I kind of slacked off on drabbles today, but I might have one planned out for tomorrow 🙈

You’re so sweet to let me ramble! 😅 But I do it pretty often, so be forewarned!

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed that one! Man, the makeup one with Suna 🙈 I might have blushed writing it. I’m just a little bit in love with this man. 🥺 Aww, you’re too sweet! I was honestly just a little worried that I’d characterized Atsumu wrong. I know that I view the Inarizaki boys a lot different than other people (read: I think Atsumu and Rintarō are some of the biggest babies around there S.O.). So I was just a little worried! Plus, I just wanted to get the request right! I worry about not fulfilling what people were looking for with requests! 😅😅

Honestly, thank you for the advice! I’m going to look into it, soon, because I tend to get headaches pretty often! 🥺 Thank you! I’m really relieved thjngs are going back to normal! I was getting hurricane flashbacks for a minute there 😅

I’m sorry that you’re a little stressed because of school! School’s no fun, really, but I hope things let up for you soon, so you have time to relax, sweets! I’m also sorry you’ve got headaches! I hope the let up, soon! And I’m gonna need you to keep drinking that water and getting sleep, alright? I need ya’ to stay healthy! 🤍

Of course! I’ll continue reminding you every time! If no one else has told you today, I’m really proud of you! 💕 Thank you! 🙈🥺 You’re too sweet! You don’t stop smiling that gorgeous smile either, alright? keep up the good work! You’re doing wonderfully! Don’t forget to get something to eat, drink some water, and get some rest!

[sulpher]

my sigiling process isnt pretty by no means lol buti felt the need to share because I think sometimes those who follow me might think I too pratice witchcraft .

Ive actually changed alot in the method in which i used to write sogils 4 months ago. I like the circle graph now i just have to figure out cleaner line work for the sake of my vanity

I havent actually made a sigil in quite a while because I feel i should take time to learn "protective" magic but nonetheless I felt like sharing it, Im kinda anxious and I needed something to focus on

[lingchung-gratitude]

Jun 30, 2020

Transcribed from my diary. Yes, a physical diary.

I am grateful for...

Serenity. My morning solitude is important to me. With 7 of us on this camping trip, I wasn’t quite sure if I’d get the morning to prime my day with meditation, journaling and silence. I did.

My view. I’m on a campsite in Algonquin. I took my pen, diary, coffee and portable chair to an empty campsite away from my friends. The lake is in front of me, peering through the sparse pine trees. I’m taking it all in.

Noticing small things in life. My mind wonders when I run, when I cook and when I’m idle. I’ve started to notice small things in life, in me. I chew with the left side of my mouth even though I’m right handed. There are more flies and bugs next to the swamp than there are next to the lake. When ginger is fresh, it’s softer and easier to grate. Black and blueberries appear to be more dense than raspberries. When I used to be so caught up with ‘doing’, these things fly by me. I don’t notice the small things in life. How did the world become what it is? The world is vast. I am vast.

Promising to take my mom to Spain. A couple of weeks ago, I asked myself what it’d be like to lose my mom one day to the ultimate fate of death? I could not fathom. So in that moment, I made a pact with myself to gift my mom something that I’ve put off for years - a trip to Spain. My mom loves to travel. When she was recovering from her knee surgery, immobilized, she was glued to YouTube’s travel channels. According to her, she was ‘researching’. My mom’s voice lit up over the phone when I promised her to take her to Spain when travel ban lifts. She made me pinky swear. I don’t know how many more years I have in life to light my mom up like this.

Gifting. June is a month of good friends’ birthdays. Early June, I spent one full morning gift shopping online. Gifting, when you think you’ve found a suitable and perfect gift, is elating. You can’t wait to get your friend’s text or call when they receive the gift in the mail. Keep in mind we are still social distancing in the city, so everything is delivered online. James, Hibiki whiskey. CJ, picnic mat for her outdoor pit stops to complement her new bike. Anita, Saje Peppermint Halo essential oil refill for stress. Julia, 30L waterbag for canoe adventures. It’s Julia’s birthday today, this is why we are on this camping trip. She seemed genuinely excited about her gift. I’m happy too.

My dairy. I’ve had you since 1995. I’ve moved all my writing to online. But at times like now, without a laptop, I’m grateful that you’re still here with me 25 years later.

[ncbdysfool]

► basics;

full name: saje allan kirkpatrick age: twenty-five birthday: july 7th sexual orientation: bisexual occupation: writer

► background;

place of birth: toronto, on hometown: toronto, on education: bachelor of arts  ► physical;

faceclaim: luke hemmings eye color: blue hair color: blonde height: 6′4

► misc;

hobbies: writing, guitar, drums, crocheting, driving, swimming first book they read: the stinky cheese man and other fairly stupid tales by jon scieszka favorite book: ‘salem’s lot by stephen king favorite music artist: otis redding pets: gracie (pitbull/st bernard mix)