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“Why are we embarrassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?”
— Mitch Albom
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aeliya-ahmad · 3 years
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O’ my my
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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.
Para. 1.
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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Sonnet LXV
Pablo Neruda.
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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There is no insurmountable solitude...
Pablo Neruda.
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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Love poem XIV.
Pablo Neruda.
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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Si nada nos salva de la muerte, al menos que el amor nos salve de la vida.
Pablo Neruda
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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A little book of happiness.
Ruskin bond.
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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Tianjin Binhai New Area Library
Nicknamed The Eye, is a library in Tianjin, China. It is part of the Binhai Cultural Centre , being one of its five central attractions.
The five-level library has a total space of 33,700 square metres. It features floor-to-ceiling, terraced bookshelves able to hold 1.2 million books, and a large, luminous sphere in the center that serves as an auditorium with a capacity of 110 people. The library is nicknamed 'The Eye' because the sphere, which appears like an iris, can be seen from the park outside through an eye-shaped opening.
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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The unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath.
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.
para. 35
page. 29.
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God’s lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks—
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air—
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel—
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child’s cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Ariel - Sylvia Plath.
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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Best ever.
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer (via quotemadness)
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aeliya-ahmad · 4 years
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Or just lethargy.
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