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Month: January 2020


“ℕ𝕒π•₯𝕦𝕣𝕖’𝕀 𝕣𝕦𝕀π•₯ π•’π•—π•—π•šπ•£π•žπ•€ π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕀 π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π• π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ π•šπ•Ÿ 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕦π•₯ π•šπ•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•§π• π•”π•’π•π•šπ•«π•’π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕀π•₯π•šπ•π•π•Ÿπ•–π•€π•€ – 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 π•¨π•™π•–π•Ÿ π•π•šπ•—π•– 𝕀π•₯π•¦π•žπ•“π•π•–π•€ π• π•Ÿ 𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•€π•–π•–π•žπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜π•π•ͺ π••π•šπ•€π•”π• π•¦π•Ÿπ•₯𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕦𝕖𝕀.

π•Šπ•™π•– π•€π•‘π•–π•’π•œπ•€ π•šπ•Ÿ π•£π•–π•žπ•–π•žπ•“π•£π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•– 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ, 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•€π•¦π•—π•—π•–π•£π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 π•˜π•–π•Ÿπ•–π•£π•’π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ π•žπ•¦π•€π•₯ π•–π•Ÿπ••π•¦π•£π•–, π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕑𝕖 π•šπ•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¨π•šπ•Ÿπ••’𝕀 π•€π• π•Ÿπ•˜. π•Šπ•™π•– π•¨π•’π•Ÿπ•₯𝕀 𝕦𝕀 π•₯𝕠 π•œπ•Ÿπ• π•¨ 𝕀𝕙𝕖 π•šπ•€ 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕀𝕙𝕖𝕕, 𝕓𝕦π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•šπ•₯ π•šπ•€π•Ÿ’π•₯ 𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•šπ•€ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•§π•šπ•”π•₯π•šπ•ž 𝕠𝕗 π•”π•šπ•£π•”π•¦π•žπ•€π•₯π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•–.

ℍ𝕖𝕣 π•”π•£π•’π•”π•œπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•šπ•€ 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕀𝕖, π•žπ•’π••π•– π•šπ•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕑𝕖 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕨𝕖 π••π•šπ•€π•”π•–π•£π•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•₯𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕀π•₯𝕀 𝕠𝕗 π•žπ•¦π•π•₯π•š-π•‘π•’π•£π•’π••π•šπ•˜π•žπ•€, π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•π•–π•’π•£π•Ÿ 𝕙𝕠𝕨 π•₯𝕠 π••π•šπ•€π•₯π•£π•šπ•“π•¦π•₯𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•¨π•–π•šπ•˜π•™π•₯ π•₯𝕠 π• π•”π•”π•’π•€π•šπ• π•Ÿπ•€ 𝕠𝕗 π•—π•šπ•–π•£π•”π•– 𝕛𝕠π•ͺ 𝕣𝕒π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•₯π•™π•’π•Ÿ π•–π•Ÿπ•£π•’π•˜π•–π•• π••π•–π•€π•‘π•’π•šπ•£.

π•Šπ•™π•– π•¨π•’π•Ÿπ•₯𝕀 𝕦𝕀 π•₯𝕠 𝕀𝕖𝕖 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖π•₯ π•”π•’π•Ÿ 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 π•Ÿπ•  𝕀𝕙𝕖𝕝π•₯𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•”π•£π•’π•”π•œπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜, π•Ÿπ• π•£ π•”π•’π•Ÿ 𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•¦π•žπ•“π•£π•–π•π•π•’π•€ 𝕣𝕖𝕀π•₯𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 π•₯𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•“π•–π•π•šπ•–π•— 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕀𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕀, π•šπ•€, 𝕠𝕣 π•žπ•’π•ͺ π•“π•–π•”π• π•žπ•–.”

~𝐿𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝑀. 𝐿𝑒𝒾𝓉𝓃𝑒

On Your Skin

β€œI want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” ― Pablo Neruda

C r a f t

β€œHe who works with his hands is a laborer. He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman. He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist.” ― Saint Francis of Assisi


β€œThe study of man is the study of his extensions.” ― Edward T. Hall

C h e r r y . W h i n e

β€œTo be acceptable is for one to ignore his weakness while knowing his strength, to cover the scar even though it's always there, however, to be impossible is for one to see his weakness as, not an adversary, but the cherry on top of his strength, to rearrange the scar so that it compliments his features.” ― Criss Jami

20/20 Places

"There are no green thumbs or black thumbs. There are only gardeners and non-gardeners. Gardeners are the ones who ruin after ruin get on with the high defiance of nature herself, creating, in the very face of her chaos and tornado, the bower of roses and the pride of irises. It sounds very well to garden a 'natural way'. You may see the natural way in any desert, any swamp, any leech-filled laurel hell. Defiance, on the other hand, is what makes gardeners." ~ Henry Mitchell

s m i l e s

β€œAnd then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.” ― Suzanne Collins


β€œΨ―Ψ±Ψ―Ω‡Ψ§ΨŒ Ψ§Ϊ―Ψ± فرد Ψ±Ψ§ Ω†Ψ΄Ϊ©Ω†Ω†Ψ―ΨŒ Ψ¨Ω‡ او غرور Ω…ΫŒ Ψ’Ω…ΩˆΨ²Ω†Ψ―.” ― SΓΈren Kierkegaard

B u t e o

β€œYou’re my dream. I want to crawl inside your skin and see how you taste from the inside. I could spend a decade just listening to you sigh like that. Spend time? Give me every fucking minute and I’ll worship you like the sick, depraved bastard I am.” ― V. Theia

The Engine and The Airframe

β€œAnd like no other sculpture in the history of art, the dead engine and dead airframe come to life at the touch of a human hand, and join their life with the pilot's own.” ― Richard Bach

a m a z e d

β€œOur wings are small but the ripples of the heart are infinite.” ― Amit Ray

Popcorn Heart

β€œDon't you go to the movies?" "Mostly just to eat popcorn in the dark.” ― Charles Bukowski

A l b a t r o s s

"As for me, I used to be a bird with a gentle white womb, someone cut my throat just for laughs, I don’t know. As for me, I used to be a great albatross and whirled over the seas. Someone put an end to my journey, without any charity in the tone of it. But even stretched out on the ground I sing for you now my songs of love." ~ Alda Merini

Mercy's Ecology

"Do you become conformed in the warmth of a hug; Do you become acclimated to its loving pressure; or Do you choke in your sleep, because it feels like an untouchable dream?" ~ Laura Lynn Vala

A s h e s

β€œIt’s not about the ashes, for they tell a tale of what was. It’s about having a vision sufficient to understand that the tale that lies among the ashes stands ready to build the dream that will rise above the ashes.” ― Craig D. Lounsbrough

Swallowing Sea

β€œShe might not have read many books. But when she reads a book, she swallows the very words. If you open the books on her shelves, you will find that the front and back covers encase white pages.” ― Kamand Kojouri

b e d

β€œDaily dawns another day; I must up, to make my way. Though I dress and drink and eat, Move my fingers and my feet, Learn a little, here and there, Weep and laugh and sweat and swear, Hear a song, or watch a stage, Leave some words upon a page, Claim a foe, or hail a friend- Bed awaits me at the end.” ― Dorothy Parker

Uprooting π™˜π™‘π™žπ™’π™–π™­

β€œWhat we've been taught is climax, is but an account of another's appraised peak atop a mountain or molehill. If we yield to what others circumscribe as high or low, we might not walk further than stimulation or climb higher than exhaustion." β€” Jen e. Limon


β€œAll the human and animal manure which the world wastes, if returned to the land, instead of being thrown into the sea, would suffice to nourish the world.” ― Victor Hugo