AbditoryπŸ–€
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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery,always buzzing,humming,soaring,roaring,diving and then buried in mud.πŸ₯€
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Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via thelovejournals)
A must to share this gem thought.
Forwarded from π–’𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅 (farah✩︎⑱)
β€œIf 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€” Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath
Forwarded from Sost Kilo
Forwarded from 536.
β€œI’m 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€” Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife VΓ©ra, Letters to VΓ©ra ..
"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
AbditoryπŸ–€ 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?
Isn’t life a souvenir for death?
For the sake of remembrance when we depart?
Isn’t life the irony of death?
We think we are living,
When we are actually dying!


#inquiry

@zworldinsidemyhead
Forwarded from The Cinematologist
αˆ„αˆ­αˆœαˆ‹(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
GoodnightπŸ–€
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
Forwarded from Our Side of the Story (Debbie)
αŠ₯αŠ•α‹°αˆ›αŠ•αŠ›α‹αˆ αˆ°α‹ αˆ…αˆαˆžα‰½ αŠα‰ αˆ©αŠ
αŠ¨αˆ…αˆαˆžα‰Ό αˆαˆ‰ α‰΅αˆα‰ "α‹°αˆ…αŠ“" αˆ˜αˆ†αŠ• αŠα‰ αˆ­...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 who’s staring back at me.

αŠ¨αˆƒα‰… αŠ αˆαˆ­α‰…αˆ ካልኩ α‰΅αˆα‰ αˆ…αˆαˆœ αˆ‹α‹­ α‰°αˆ΅α‹ α‰†αˆ­αŒ¬ αŠα‰ αˆ­...αŠ₯α‹αŠ• α‹¨αˆšαˆ†αŠ• መሡሎም αŠ αˆα‰°αˆ°αˆ›αŠ::
Everyday felt like carrying a pile of the world’s burden and everyone living in it. The days took everything out of me, the years made me hate my existence and God.

αˆ°α‹ "αŠ₯αŠ•α‹΄α‰΅ αŠαˆ…?" α‰°α‰₯ሎ αˆ²αŒ α‹¨α‰…
"α‹°αˆ…αŠ“ ነኝ αŠ₯αŒα‹šαŠ α‰₯αˆ”αˆ­ α‹­αˆ˜αˆ΅αŒˆαŠ•!" ሲል የαŠ₯α‹αŠα‰΅ αŠ₯α‰€αŠ“ αŠα‰ αˆ­:: αŠ₯αŠ•α‹°α‹šαˆ… α‹°αˆ΅α‰³ αŠα‰΄ αˆ‹α‹­ αŠ₯α‹¨α‰°αŠα‰ α‰  α‹¨αˆαˆαŠαŒ₯α‹α‰ α‰΅αŠ• α‰€αŠ• αŠ₯α‹«αˆ°α‰₯ኩ αŒ‰αŒ‰α‰΅ αˆα‰€αŠ• α‹­αˆžαˆ‹α‰₯αŠαŠ“ "ውይ ለካ α‰°αˆ΅α‹ αŠ¨α‰†αˆ¨αŒ₯ኩ α‰†α‹¨αˆ" α‹ˆα‹°αˆ«αˆ΄ α‹­αˆ˜αˆαˆ΅αŠ›αˆ::

I’m not going to say a miracle happened and I was suddenly okay. No it took forever.
It took so many β€œYou got this debs, just one more breath, one more day”
So many days being ruined with panic attacks and grief.
Tons of β€œαˆαŠα‹ heal α‰£α‹­α‹°αˆ¨αŒ α‰’α‰€αˆ­αˆ΅"
β€œTo hell with growth”
β€œI don’t want to do this anymore”
But we’re here, with God, my people and me.

α‹°αˆ…αŠ“ ነኝ!
Forwarded from Wild (Hana)
Forwarded from My Boredom Isle (Hydrack)