What If Heaven Truly Exists But Not In The Shape We Expect? What If It Is Another World, Another Dimension,
What if Heaven truly exists but not in the shape we expect? What if it is another world, another dimension, another universe. What if death wasn't death? What if this life is just the first step of a bigger plan? What if this is just a dream? Too many questions, too little answers.
Maybe we just have to live day by day, focusing on this life, on this moment. We don't know what we'll find on the other side, after death; we could become stars, dust, shadows. Appreciate every sorrow, every happy moment, because they'll never come back. Don't be who you were meant to be, be who you wanna be and live. Like, actually live; don't survive, but live.
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“She represented all the heroines of romance — she was Desdemona one night, and Ophelia the other; if she died as Juliet, she came to life as Imogen.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891)
if a sword is like an extension of the wielder. and a sword can be said to have its own identity. then can a sword not feel grief and sorrow at being forced to clash with its opponent forged in the same crucible but forced to turn against it. can a sword not cry out in the screech of metal on metal from the pain of betrayal.
They should invent a way to send anon hate to your dad
The best way to a man’s heart is through the fifth left intercostal space at the midclavicular line
Happy Pride Month to everyone who gets this joke, laughed at it, or isn’t a homophobic or transphobic etc asshole.
Happy Pride Everyone.
Stay Gay.
haiku #9, tathev simonyan
We're gonna see her soon (((:
Seen someone say “I can’t die, I got graves to dance on that hasn’t been dug yet.” And honestly, that goes hard. We need to keep that energy.
I believe authors should be cryptic and unhelpful in the interpretation of their own work or even act like they’re dead and never comment on it ever
an ornithologist pointed a microphone at a bird sitting alone on a wire and caught the sound of the bird singing a song at a decibel so low that it would be impossible for another bird to hear it, meaning the bird was singing quietly to itself I love life
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