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kaise batayein, kya hai dil mein,
khud ko bhi raaz mein rakh diya humne
یہ جو گزر رہا ہے، وو وقت نہیں، زندگی ہے۔
Yeh jo guzar rha h, vo waqt nahi, zindagi h
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Why is it always "you have beautiful eyes" and not:
"तेरे नैनो से नैना जो मिल गए, शिकायत भी अब किस बात की करूँ ?"
[What would I have to complain about now that my eyes had a chance to meet yours.]
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midnightmusings69 · 2 days
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Raahon mein aksar manzilen kho jaati hain,
Ajnabi chehron mein pehchaanen mit jaati hain.
Kabhi jo dil tha aag ka dariya,
Wahi chingaari ab hawaon mein kho jaati hai.
Waqt ki chaal bhi ajeeb hai,
Jo kabhi ruki nahi, wahi ab thehar jaati hai.
Zindagi ka ye khel niraala hai,
Jahan har jeet ke baad bhi, khwaahishein reh jaati hain.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette
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midnightmusings69 · 4 days
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Boyfriend who loves to talk dirty 🤝🏻 Girlfriend who loves to listen
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midnightmusings69 · 5 days
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“A mother and a daughter — what a terrible combination of feelings and confusion and destruction. Everything is possible and is done in the name of love and solicitude. The mother’s injuries are handed down to the daughter. The mother’s failures are paid for by the daughter. The mother’s unhappiness will be the daughter’s unhappiness. It’s as if the umbilical cord had never been cut.”
~ Autumn Sonata
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midnightmusings69 · 7 days
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Let’s go on a date and by date I mean lay in bed and make out for 2 hours.
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Now that I’m done with finals I can finally get back to reading for fun 😌
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midnightmusings69 · 16 days
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Sometimes, when I’m out of books to read I deep clean my house/room instead.
Reading books or novels during your exams always hit different and much more fun then when you're free or on normal days.
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The truth is that chaotic academia is made for neurodivergents, and many of us use this specific aesthetic to romanticise our inability to study the ""proper"" way. The chaos of a 3am study session, or procrastination until you got one day to hand in an assignment, or hyperfixation so bad the need for knowledge on the subject fully consumes you is just our normal.
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the rise of AI art isn't surprising to us. for our entire lives, the attitude towards our skills has always been - that's not a real thing. it has been consistently, repeatedly devalued.
people treat art - all forms of it - as if it could exist by accident, by rote. they don't understand how much art is in the world. someone designed your home. someone designed the sign inside of your local grocery store. when you quote a character or line from something in media, that's a line a real person wrote.
"i could do that." sure, but you didn't. there's this joke where a plumber comes over to a house and twists a single knob. charges the guy 10k. the guy, furious, asks how the hell the bill is so high. the plumber says - "turning the knob was a dollar. the knowledge is the rest of the money."
the trouble is that nobody believes artists have knowledge. that we actively study. that we work hard, beyond doing our scales and occasionally writing a poem. the trouble is that unless you are already framed in a museum or have a book on a shelf or some kind of product, you aren't really an artist. hell, because of where i post my work, i'll never be considered a poet.
the thing that makes you an artist is choice. the thing that makes all art is choice. AI art is the fetid belief that art is instead an equation. that it must answer a specific question. Even with machine learning, AI cannot make a choice the way we can - because the choices we make have always been personal, complicated. our skills cannot be confined to "prompt and execution." what we are "solving" isn't just a system of numbers - it is how we process our entire existence. it isn't just "2 and 2 is 4", it's staring hard at the numbers and making the four into an alligator. it's rearranging the letters to say ow and it is the ugly drawing we make in the margin.
at some point, you will be able to write something by feeding my work into a machine. it will be perfectly legible and even might sound like me. but a machine doesn't understand why i do these things. it can be taught preferences, habits, statistical probability. it doesn't know why certain vowels sound good to me. it doesn't know the private rules i keep. it doesn't know how to keep evolving.
"but i want something to exist that doesn't exist yet." great. i'm glad you feel creative. go ahead and pay a fucking artist for it.
this is all saying something we all already knew. the sad fucking truth: we have to die to remind you. only when we're gone do we suddenly finally fucking mean something to you. artists are not replicable. we each genuinely have a skill, talent, and process that makes us unique. and there's actual quiet power in everything we do.
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midnightmusings69 · 17 days
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Tease…
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I don't ever know, how to hold the weight of my soul.
When letting go.
But I'm falling in my own illusion,
I don't know my way back.
~Tongue Tied, Beta Radio.
Paintings:
•Issac Levitan- In the Vicinity of the Savvino-Storozhevsky Monastery (1880)
•John William Ashton- Evening along the Seine.
•Hendrik Pieter Koekkoek- A Faggot Gatherer in the Woods.
•Paul Gustav Fischer- Street At Evening.
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midnightmusings69 · 18 days
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Kabhi kabhi kuch baatein dusre itni khoobsoorati se likh dete hain ki woh hamare rooh mein bas jaati hain.
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