Forwarded from Are Ya Winning Surafel (Surafel Yimam)
I didn't like myself, and I imagined people wouldn't like me too. So I strived to change the things I thought I could change. I set out to be more interesting and in the process, I lost whatever it was I thought I didn't like about myself.
Forwarded from π’πΊπΌππΊππΎπ
(farahβ©οΈβ‘±)
βIf I lived by the sea I would never be really sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour.β
β Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath
β Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath
Forwarded from 536.
βIβm walking out now into the soft light, the cooling hum of evening, and I will love you tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and still many more, so many more tomorrows.β
β Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife VΓ©ra, Letters to VΓ©ra ..
β Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife VΓ©ra, Letters to VΓ©ra ..
Forwarded from Aπ©π‘π«π¨ππ’ππ β©
"I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain."
- Catherine Breillat
- Catherine Breillat
Abditoryπ€ pinned Β«"I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain." - Catherine BreillatΒ»
Forwarded from The Sun & Her Flowers
His name is Duol Gatluak Chol, He is PC2 student, 2011 intake in St. Paul's Millennium Medical College. His where about has been unknown since 25/08/2014 after 2 oclock local time around Ayahulet. He was last seen wearing a black Jean's jacket. Please contact Gatluak 0937149563 with any information you think will be helpful and help find our fellow student as his family and friends are concerned and would appreciate the information.
Forwarded from Unabridged Manuscripts (H)
Isn't living the euphemism for dying?
Aren't we dying when we say we are living?
Aren't we living for the celebration-
The commemoration of our lives,
On our death day?
Isn't death the coronation of life?
Isnβt life a souvenir for death?
For the sake of remembrance when we depart?
Isnβt life the irony of death?
We think we are living,
When we are actually dying!
#inquiry
@zworldinsidemyhead
Aren't we dying when we say we are living?
Aren't we living for the celebration-
The commemoration of our lives,
On our death day?
Isn't death the coronation of life?
Isnβt life a souvenir for death?
For the sake of remembrance when we depart?
Isnβt life the irony of death?
We think we are living,
When we are actually dying!
#inquiry
@zworldinsidemyhead
Forwarded from The Cinematologist
αααα(2000)
I First saw this film when I was a child, possibly under age of 10, and I watched it again today, despite the fact that it was labeled PG-13.
It is based on the true story of a woman named hermeal Wosenyelhe and directed by yonas berhane and produced by yonathabn kessete.
One of the rare Amharic film's that makes me think about things more deeply is this one.
The story is familiar because it is the most typical story in Addis Ababa in the 1970s, 1980, and 1990s, in which women are abused physically and mentally by men who claim to be their lovers, and my Mother is Also a victim.
When we get to the movie, it was difficult not to be moved by the characters. the film soul is the chemistry between girum ermias and Sofia shibabaw.
I literally have no words to describe girum ermias performance; it was something very profound and primal that I can't convey.
Hermeal is a film that will likely stick with you for a Long Time after you've seen it, as it did with me
I First saw this film when I was a child, possibly under age of 10, and I watched it again today, despite the fact that it was labeled PG-13.
It is based on the true story of a woman named hermeal Wosenyelhe and directed by yonas berhane and produced by yonathabn kessete.
One of the rare Amharic film's that makes me think about things more deeply is this one.
The story is familiar because it is the most typical story in Addis Ababa in the 1970s, 1980, and 1990s, in which women are abused physically and mentally by men who claim to be their lovers, and my Mother is Also a victim.
When we get to the movie, it was difficult not to be moved by the characters. the film soul is the chemistry between girum ermias and Sofia shibabaw.
I literally have no words to describe girum ermias performance; it was something very profound and primal that I can't convey.
Hermeal is a film that will likely stick with you for a Long Time after you've seen it, as it did with me
Going in circles. Wondering if I ever left the place To be back at it so quickly. "What am I doing wrong?" "Have I lost sight?" "Are the people I trusted to shed light on me sweetening their words to protect me?" "From the truth...or myself maybe?" "Am I wrong for expecting them to do so?" "Should I maybe put a bit guilt on myself for not doing that for myself?" If so I am deceiving myself what am I not looking at?" "What am I justifying?" I want to know. If the answers for this are a way of coming back....not to the same point in the circle. But to myself whom I have forgotten looked or sounded like.
-Yeab
-Yeab
Forwarded from Our Side of the Story (Debbie)
α₯αα°ααααα α°α α
ααα½ αα α©α
α¨α αααΌ αα α΅αα "α°α α" ααα αα α...you know waking up with a grateful heart instead of one filled with dread and hatred. Looking at myself in the mirror and smiling because I appreciate whoβs staring back at me.
α¨αα α ααα α α«αα© α΅αα α αα αα α°α΅α ααα¬ αα α...α₯αα α¨ααα αα΅αα α αα°α°αα::
Everyday felt like carrying a pile of the worldβs burden and everyone living in it. The days took everything out of me, the years made me hate my existence and God.
α°α "α₯αα΄α΅ αα ?" α°α₯α α²α α¨α
"α°α α αα α₯ααα α₯αα ααα΅αα!" α²α α¨α₯ααα΅ α₯αα αα α:: α₯αα°αα α°α΅α³ αα΄ αα α₯α¨α°αα α α¨αααα₯αα α΅α αα α₯α«α°α₯α© ααα΅ αα€α αααα₯αα "αα αα« α°α΅α α¨αα¨α₯α© αα¨α" αα°α«α΄ αααα΅αα::
Iβm not going to say a miracle happened and I was suddenly okay. No it took forever.
It took so many βYou got this debs, just one more breath, one more dayβ
So many days being ruined with panic attacks and grief.
Tons of βααα heal α£αα°α¨α α’ααα΅"
βTo hell with growthβ
βI donβt want to do this anymoreβ
But weβre here, with God, my people and me.
α°α α αα!
α¨α αααΌ αα α΅αα "α°α α" ααα αα α...you know waking up with a grateful heart instead of one filled with dread and hatred. Looking at myself in the mirror and smiling because I appreciate whoβs staring back at me.
α¨αα α ααα α α«αα© α΅αα α αα αα α°α΅α ααα¬ αα α...α₯αα α¨ααα αα΅αα α αα°α°αα::
Everyday felt like carrying a pile of the worldβs burden and everyone living in it. The days took everything out of me, the years made me hate my existence and God.
α°α "α₯αα΄α΅ αα ?" α°α₯α α²α α¨α
"α°α α αα α₯ααα α₯αα ααα΅αα!" α²α α¨α₯ααα΅ α₯αα αα α:: α₯αα°αα α°α΅α³ αα΄ αα α₯α¨α°αα α α¨αααα₯αα α΅α αα α₯α«α°α₯α© ααα΅ αα€α αααα₯αα "αα αα« α°α΅α α¨αα¨α₯α© αα¨α" αα°α«α΄ αααα΅αα::
Iβm not going to say a miracle happened and I was suddenly okay. No it took forever.
It took so many βYou got this debs, just one more breath, one more dayβ
So many days being ruined with panic attacks and grief.
Tons of βααα heal α£αα°α¨α α’ααα΅"
βTo hell with growthβ
βI donβt want to do this anymoreβ
But weβre here, with God, my people and me.
α°α α αα!