Book, music, & movie junkie. Connoisseur of the brain. Ahmad Zahir is the sultan of my qalb. Serial conspiracy theorist with a knack for being right. Libra-Scorpio cusp. Diplomatic by nature. Proficient in the art of not giving a damn. Seeking sanity & craving normalcy. California Dreaming. Stumbling humbly along the sirat al mustaqim. A beggar for constant & sincere duas.
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She doesn’t say ‘I love you’ like a normal person. Instead, she’ll laugh, shake her head, give you a little smile, and say… ‘You’re an idiot’. If she tells you you’re an idiot, you are a lucky man.
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The meaninglessness of suffering, not suffering itself, is the curse which lays over mankind.
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by Greta Elgaard; from a 1960 Franciscan Dinnerware ad
A quick little Eddie Munster painting from today, gouache on watercolor paper.
گل خار داشت من ندانستم, شیرین یارکم یار داشت من ندانستم
The flower had thorns, I did not know. My sweetheart had someone else, I did not know
Gul khawr dasht maan nadanestum, shireen yaarakem yaar dasht maan nadanestum
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The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.
I taste her and realize I have been starving.
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Yep this is Jodi’s cell, rot in there girl.
