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High Resolutionnoted.
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High Resolution(Source: thecollectivecollage, via abam)
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Habib Rizieq: Sebuah Wawancara, Sebuah Kesimpulan
Wah, ga nyangka banget. Sebulan yang lalu rasanya waktu H-1 sidang skripsi, animo masyarakat tentang isu FPI ga setinggi sekarang. Sekarang kayanya hampir semua tweet didedikasikan buat merayakan kebencian kita terhadap kekerasan FPI hahaha. Surprise, surprise.
Saya mau bikin graffiti arab…
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"Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad."- A palindrome poem by Demetri Martin. (via ramdaffe) -
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Where’s the best place to see (and learn from) an impact of a tragedy?
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People who survived.-(Source: prahesty)
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On Entanglement.
this post was made by a good friend of mine, Ramda, partially on his twitter page. then i compiled it and write it down here because i don’t want this to be forgotten and lost in the timeline. and because we could learn something from it.
have a nice reading, everyone :)We all yearn to find the truth behind relationship. What is it? We only have vague understanding of it. We know that we know nothing. So we follow our desire. We try to be as careful as possible not to give our heart. We failed. We try not to broke any. We failed. We try everything we never thought of, only to dive deeper and deeper into our own secluded space. We begin to face ourselves. As time goes by, we learnt that we can get what we want, but most of the time we don’t really know what we want. And that we know a lot about the people we care, but we never really know our careless selves. We ignore our own faults.
Ultimately we found that relationship is an enlightenment: that you have to be really sure of what you want and wanting what you’re sure of. It highlights your flaws and misguided premises about how things may unfold and the real value of time. It teaches you. It nurtures you. It is not a simple knot as a symbol of strength. Instead, it’s a weaving fabric of time and love. It is the blanket that keeps you warm.
Not everyone is willing to share a blanket. Some want more for themselves, leaving the other a little bit too cold. Leaving them restless. And when you’re willing to share, you’ll find the innermost fragment of yourself. Pieces that may surprise you. Pieces that was unexpected.
Some say the collision of two souls will transform both of them. I’d say we’re not transformed: we’re merely entangled. For which we’re being thankful while it lasts, until gravity and time takes it away. It also gives an important lesson of inevitability:
..that everything is ephemeral. That for the brief time that was given, we have to realize that moments, good or bad, are finite.And that the brief period of the entanglement is priceless and ever-revealing.
(Source: prahesty)
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"i’m grateful for anything that reminds me of what’s possible in this life. books can do that. films can do that. music can do that. school can do that. it’s so easy to allow one day to simply follow into the next, but every once in a while we encounter something that shows us that anything is possible, that dramatic change is possible, that something new can be made, that laughter can be shared."
- Jonathan Safran Foer(Source: prahesty)
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"i often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon."
- Anaïs Nin(Source: prahesty)
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On the Clapham Omnibus.
just look into my eyes and then you'll see such poisonous things to make a me. not an angel as you like to say, but a broken toy with strings that fray..
