Yes.
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No, what???? The original brought me down... Rumi my genius, we've done you dirty.
every single day i think about how horribly rumi’s poems have been translated from persian into english & how they’ve been turned from gorgeous poems abt islamic spirituality into these… pithy vapid little quotes that white people post as instagram captions. white scholars & translators straight-up falsified and misrepresented the essential themes of and islamic mysticism inherent to his work in favor of turning it into easy-to-consume love poetry & it never fails to make me angry
Dunno what's more feely, it being put in words or that
It being put in words!!!
There’s a profound sense of loneliness which accompanies the experience of an INTJ. No one around is like you, no one can see your vision or understand the inner workings of your mind. Where you are expected to be warm, you are cold. Where you are thought to be harsh, you are soft. The idealistic dreamer that burns within us all is cynical, hardened by the failures of the world. Yet, it prevails. Burning with that quiet fury that drives us towards everything we do with ardour. An enigma to others, the only ones who naturally understand us are ourselves.
One word. Wow
5 times Dean had work to do, and the one time he actually enjoyed it. pairing: dean/cas a commission for @jensenackhles <3 2k words
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Dean first heard the phrase a few weeks after his mom died.
John had checked them into a motel—one of the many that they had cycled through in the past few weeks. Sam was asleep in the crib, and John was on the opposite bed. Dean had woken up to a strange sound; he rolled over and saw John at the foot of the bed, head bowed, shoulders shaking.
Dean had never seen his dad cry before. Even right after the fire, when he was telling the detectives what happened at the police station: completely dry-eyed. So seeing his dad cry was… strange. Dean wanted to make it stop.
He pushed back the sheets and hopped off the bed. Walking on unsteady, sleepy toddler legs to his dad, he put either hand on John’s knees, looking up at him. John was clutching a worn picture of Mary between his fingers.
“Are you okay, dad?” Dean asked.
John continued to stare at the picture of Mary’s smiling face. After a moment, he sniffed. Wiped his face that was striped with tears with the back of his hand. He ruffled Dean’s hair and said gruffly, “Yeah, kid. I’m fine. Get back to sleep, okay? We got work to do in the morning.”
And the next morning in the car, when Sam was crying in his carseat and kicking up a storm, Dean patted his head and said, “It’s okay, Sammy, shh. Stop crying. We got work to do, okay? So you can’t cry. We got to work.”
Sam just stared at him with big teary and trusting eyes. Dean didn’t even know what he was really saying at the time; what he was getting them into.
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Me knowing I'm a disaster bi before taking this quiz.
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I have anxiety. Had it for ages. No, putting myself out there will not solve it.
I decided to give in to instincts for understanding triggers, symptoms and after effects. One such instinct led me to today. This time, I am typing out my report for my review.
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Mind block - Me thinking nothing else would suffice the filter that says – “good enough to write upon”. Then it hit me, how about I write on the mindblock itself? Yes, I know, very original.
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Honest comments, guys. That's all I want.
Freddie singing this from the afterlife
I present you a ✨ bi cycle ✨
I feel ya...
I am so tired. I don't want spn cons anymore
Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting
Why'm I being called out like this
*minor inconvenience happens*
me: I need to rewatch Hannibal
Chaotic neutral. bi. writer. The (b)log of everything that catches my magpie-ish fancy. How many fandom references in your bio is too many?
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