إنَّ الكوارثَ تتوالى بسرعة
حتّى لتقع الواحدة في أثر الأخرى.
لقد غَرِقت!!
حتّى لتقع الواحدة في أثر الأخرى.
لقد غَرِقت!!
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
But in battalions.
I must be cruel, only to be kind:
Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
there are more things in heaven and earth ,Horatio,
than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Richard floated on his back neck twisted unnaturally.
Mouth gaping, face frozen in a Greek mask of agony.
Blood crawled dark and sticky across his face from the crush of tissue and bone that used to be an eye socket, a cheekbone -now cracked and broken open like an eggshell.
Mouth gaping, face frozen in a Greek mask of agony.
Blood crawled dark and sticky across his face from the crush of tissue and bone that used to be an eye socket, a cheekbone -now cracked and broken open like an eggshell.
Forwarded from Einstein Generation🪄
إن الخروجَ مِن شيء إلى شيء، يجدُ الإنسانَ فيه دائماً مُعاناة ورهبة. إنهُ لهذا يهابُ الموت، ويهابُ كذلِك تغيير عقائدهِ وأزيائه النفسية. إننا لو كنا أمواتاً وعُرِضَ علينا أن نُصبِح أحياء لوجدنا في ذلِك مشقةً ورهبة، ولكرِهنا أن نُصبح أحياء، للسبب نفسه أي خوفاً من التغير والفراق. فالموت نفسهُ، وهو قمة المخاوف، ليس فيه ما يخيف سوى ما في أنفُسِنا من استعداد للخوف، فهو ليس مُخيفاً في ذاتهِ، بل في تقديرنا النفسي له.
It was the ponderous crouching demon Guilt.
At the time I didn't know him, but in the months to come he would climb onto my chest every night and sit snarling there, an ugly Fuselian nightmare.
At the time I didn't know him, but in the months to come he would climb onto my chest every night and sit snarling there, an ugly Fuselian nightmare.
When friends become enemies...
There's no limit to the damage they can do.
There's no limit to the damage they can do.
Forwarded from 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶