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प्यार और शांति का प्रकाश
I’ve posted this before, but I love this photograph so much.
“A woman is riding between the railway carriages of a local train heading north from Dhaka, the Bangladesh capital. Her luggage is tucked under the carriage in front of her. It is the month of Ramadan, a fast that culminates in Eid-ul-Fitr, a three-day celebration. Tens of thousands of people leave the city to go to their home village and celebrate with their families. Trains are packed and many who fail to get tickets before they sell out or can’t afford buying them at the black market ride on the roof of the train or, like this woman, finds a quiet spot between the carriages.”
Photographed by Amy Helene Johansson, National Geographic.
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Vincent van Gogh, Exterior of a Restaurant at Asnieres, 1887
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The Antlers - Epilogue
When I try to move my arms sometimes, they weigh too much to lift.
I think you buried me awake, my one and only parting gift.
But you return to me at night, just when I think I may have fallen asleep.
Your face is up against mine, and I’m too terrified to speak.
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The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence."
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Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride
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You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."
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