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saw the laila majnu quote, where Qais goes like, “chal ek baar phir chodha tujhe, jaa ab nahi aata ab tu hi dhoondh mujhe” and my mind straight up went to something i just said a few minutes ago "jao karlo ghost, I'm not texting, waise bhi it was your turn"
doesn't both of them somewhat sound the same except the former is a 🤌🏼
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“Jaa ab nhi aata, ab tu hi dhoondh mujhe”
-Qais// Laila Majnu
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DONT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE! DONT STOP TAKING ABOUT GAZA!
DONT LET THEM MAKE YOU FORGET!!
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Piku 🤝 Qala girlie.
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literary theory professor in class: if people call you crazy because of the insights you are getting from theory, take it as a compliment.
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I mean, yes, "trickster" spirits do exist in various cultures and religions. But they're not out there with nothing better to do than hunt humans for sport and ruin mortal lives for fun.
Technically, Chinese fox fairies are trickster spirits, because foxes in Chinese folklore are shrewd, cunning, crafty, tricky animals; tricksters, basically. My main spirit guide, a fox fairy, can be called a trickster spirit.
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Unpopular Opinion: The Gods would never let a trickster spirit claim to be them. Most religious people are not scared of malicious entities masquerading as their God(s). Have more faith that your Gods will take care of you.
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He had always seen sparrows singing and hopping about, with a flutter of wings, their bodies quivering with an external thirst for life. Always in a group, with other sparrows, singing – wanton and enraptured! Full of life! Forever celebrating life! Evergreen sparrows!
The Greatest Punjabi Stories Ever Told
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*लाइफ UPDATE*
“हम बुरे ही ठीक है, जब अच्छे थे तब कोंसा KINDER JOY मिल गया था”
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switched off lights in a closed room, very faint light coming in through the window, soul-crushingly yearning playlist blasting on full volume at 9 am. bliss.
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Joe Alwyn wearing “artists for ceasefire” pin at pre BAFTA party, posting about Palestine on the day of Taylor’s birthday but keeping his mouth shut when it comes to the drama is such a slay. I haven’t expected it from him but he impresses me. Such a good use of an attention which he’s receiving. (He’s there cause three movies in which he stars in are about to be released this year)
I will always have respect for Joe, not just for this move. I wasn't surprised that he signed for the ceasefire letter and posted about Palestine, he always gave the vibe of a smart man
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People in Gaza have been saying this would happen since the very start, as soon as the occupation started corralling everyone into the southern part of the strip they said this would happen. We watched it happen as the “safe” zones grew smaller and smaller and every time Rafah was targeted by air strikes even before this. And no one who could actually stop this lifted a finger. It’s been 129 days.
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Blind people must save a lot on electricity.
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i feel the bubbles around me popping. everyday is another day i progress out of this capitalistic mindset. less and less i give a fuck about who is wearing what and who is dating who. i become bewildered maybe even infurtiated. these bubbles popping around me the glass box around me shatter as i step out. i enter the truth, more and more i’m aware, less and less i am entombed in deceit. the problem is everyone else i love, or like, or tolerate, or dislike they’re all seperated from me. behind glass that won’t shatter no matter how much i slam my fists they rebound back. the glass barely shakes, the glass whispers soft thuds that they can’t hear on the other side. people more obsessed with selena gomez and hailey bieber subtly shading each other, more obsessed taylor swift and travis kelce, more obsessed with everything bigger than them, the glamour of the capitalist world that dangle and shines like the prettiest diamond a child from Congo could muster up with their delicate fingers. the same delicate fingers that you and i have. i’m sick to my stomach everyday. i become more disconnected with this world that America is. how is nobody tired? how does nobody give a fuck about a genocide? why are justin bieber, selena gomez, taylor swift, travis kelce, kylie jenner, hailey bieber, beyonce, kim kardashian etc etc why are they all more important to you than innocent Palestinians, Congolese people, Sudanese people???? the more i disconnect with consumerism, the more your silence and your mindless adoration inspired by para social relationships leads me to disconnect with you, with everyone else around me. silence will always be complicity. i mean how do none if you care that a lot of us live pay check to pay check but you’re here glamourizing people who have pricate jets and spend 100k a day. everything is sick and twisted!!!!!!
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