ɴᴏᴛᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

secret door being tiktokfied is our roman empire FRRRRRR

Again She's my mother

Have I ever mentioned how much I love my physics teacher?

It's 'there's a light that never goes out' and 'wicked game' season

Anyone interested?

⁣thread?

Baking once every lunar eclipse

هل تساءلتم يوماً لماذا يُقال من سابعِ المستحيلات وليس من خامسِ أو عاشرِ المتسحيلات؟ ذلك لأن جاهلية العرب كانت تقول أن المستحيلات سبع: الغول، العنقاء، الخليل الوفي، السعادة الحقيقية، القناعة، والشباب الدائم، أما السابع فهو موضوعك الذي يستحيل حدوثه. قال أحد الشعراء قديماً: "لمّا رأيتُ بَني الزّمانِ وما بهِم... خلٌّ وفيٌّ للشدائدِ أصطفي أيقنتُ أنّ المستحيلَ ثلاثة:... الغُولُ والعَنقاءُ والخِلّ الوَفي"

I pretty much think of this quote every day

Can't wait for it

“Pain took abode in the most brilliant light. I was exposed to burning rock. Demonic, the heat of the sun, and blood boiling in the veins. Would it never be blood again? The current of the highest fires told me then—by the intensity itself—that I would not be destroyed. There had to be some existence on the other side. So I let go of my powers as they charred in my heart. These dying powers might yet give life to other parts of me. For I could see a thread quivering in the darkness, a tendril alive in the smoked- up carbon of my meats, fine as the most exquisite nerve, and through each pain, I looked for this filament in every refinement of anguish, until pain itself took on such radiance that I knew a revelation. The filament was not one thread, but two, wound about each other in immaculate delicacy. They twisted together during the most intolerable spasms, yet were quick to draw apart at the first relief, and with such subtlety of movement that I was certain I witnessed the life of my soul (seen at last!) dancing like a dust-tail above the flame.”

31.08.97 Nullibiety the state of being nowhere

I'll call off the search for my soul Or I'll put it on hold again

Solitude devastates me; company oppresses me. The presence of another person derails my thoughts. I dream of the other's presence with a strange absent-mindness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can define.

Dayum this can make a great source for new threads that will never see the daylight

Peau d'ane 1970

I just watched the most absurd fairytale movie ever And boy did I love it