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𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦.

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Geschichte wird immer von radikalen Minderheiten geschrieben.

"History is always written by radical minorities."

-Heinrich Habel
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune (often the surfeits of our own behavior) we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as IF WE WERE VILLAINS on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star! My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and lecherous. I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.

-William Shakespeare
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I lack the zest for life; death holds my sole desire.
It's not about embracing darkness, but glimpsing ahead breeds a sense of hopelessness.
The uncertainties seem poised to end me—not pessimism, just an acceptance of what fate has scripted.
Security within myself remains elusive; weariness has settled deep.
Surrender tempts me before the journey even commences.
This isn't the preferred melancholy; it's a profound sadness.
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The best advice I’ve ever received: ‘no one else knows what they are doing either.

Charles Bukowski
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"When a person can't find a deep sense of meaning, they distract themselves with pleasure.
- Viktor Frankl
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Forwarded from Lᴀᴄᴜɴᴀ (Mariam)
رأيت الحقيقة خلف البصر، رسمت الحروف بعمق الحجر
أنرت الطريق وجدت اليقين، رفعت الجباه و الهمم
أزلت الغبار عن وجه الحنين، ايقظت الرؤى و الـذمم
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ɴᴏᴛᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ
Dead Poets Society
Ey Nuwanda.
Neil has decided to go against his father's will
What about going there and watching his first last performance tonight?
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Forwarded from Lᴀᴄᴜɴᴀ (Mariam)
Lᴀᴄᴜɴᴀ: an unfilled space; a gap.
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Forwarded from Lᴀᴄᴜɴᴀ (Mariam)
It's like he died in 15 December so he can be reborn as her
Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die.
I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you.
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Always your heart will be aching for me and your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did a brave thing.
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Forwarded from 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭
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Je te laisserai des mots
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