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Maryam - 25 - Dubai
predecessors:

On December 17, 1903, Orville Wright piloted the Wright Flyer on its first flight. He travelled 120 feet over the course of 12 seconds. A little more than 60 years later, Apollo 11 would become the first craft to land on the moon.

More than a hundred years later, we bring down planes instead.

predecessors:

On December 17, 1903, Orville Wright piloted the Wright Flyer on its first flight. He travelled 120 feet over the course of 12 seconds. A little more than 60 years later, Apollo 11 would become the first craft to land on the moon.

More than a hundred years later, we bring down planes instead.

Creating a life that reflects your values and satisfies your soul is a rare achievement. In a culture that relentlessly promotes avarice and excess as the good life, a person happy doing his own work is usually considered an eccentric, if not a subversive. Ambition is only understood if it’s to rise to the top of some imaginary ladder of success. Someone who takes an undemanding job because it affords him the time to pursue other interests and activities is considered a flake. A person who abandons a career in order to stay home and raise children is considered not to be living up to his potential-as if a job title and salary are the sole measure of human worth.

You’ll be told in a hundred ways, some subtle and some not, to keep climbing, and never be satisfied with where you are, who you are, and what you’re doing. There are a million ways to sell yourself out, and I guarantee you’ll hear about them.

To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.

—Bill Watterson (via autobibliography)

(Source: vitataxia, via autobibliography)

We’re sitting at some table, the whole group, or some configuration of the group, at one of those countless tables that we sat around and chattered endlessly, as we came together and played games and shared meals and celebrated birthdays, as we drank wine, argued about politics and had falling outs that didn’t matter even as they were happening. And in this aggregate memory of who knows how many nights over the course of, god, it’s upsetting even to guess how many years, I think of the two of us. Though we’re not sitting beside each other, maybe we’re even at opposite ends of the table. But something has been said, some comment by Laura about a boy of hers, or by Faisal about that dog, that fucking dog of his, and I’ve looked up at you and found you already looking at me, and you roll your eyes and smile.

It’s like lying in bed in a stretch of sunlight on a freshly laundered Sunday morning.

I think of those moments, how we’d hold them between us, until the sling of our gaze would pull apart, and they would drop.

We knew each other’s thoughts without having to speak them. We were just held in the curve of the same wave, and we lived there for years, without ever thinking it was something special. It’s only now that we’ve been carried apart that I realise just how special it was, and I begin to worry that I’ll never have it again

Greater Than Or Equal To
Alan Trotter

An amazing live-text reading experience. so lovely.

(via tender)

(via tender)

fohk:

“Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper, or the wave of a whisper, undulating down”
The Lovely Bones (2009)Peter Jackson

fohk:

Nobody notices when we leave. I mean, the moment when we really choose to go. At best you might feel a whisper, or the wave of a whisper, undulating down”

The Lovely Bones (2009)
Peter Jackson

(via xivv)

1. Being able to say “I’m sorry” is a skill, and one that not a lot of people possess. Hone that skill. Apologizing shouldn’t be followed by “but here’s why I did it” or “and then you did this”. An apology is you taking responsibility for hurting someone else, not a notch on a scorecard in some bizarro battle of “Who’s Right?”

Kafka is a ‘writer of absence’, describing a world that remains religious in its structure but in which the central place belonging to God is empty.

—less than nothing - S. Zizek (via alterities)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

You have not forgotten to remember;
You have remembered to forget.
But people can forget to forget. That is just as important as remembering to remember—and generally more practical.

Idries Shah, from Reflections (Ishk Book Service, 1983)

(Source: memoryslandscape, via airwalker)

I had asked Jolie a few days ago if I could fly with her, and she told me she had never taken a passenger up before but would think about it. When I arrived at the photo shoot, I told her that I mentioned to my mother that I might fly with her and that my mother did not like the idea one bit. Jolie laughed it off. Now, as I am watching her kick off her stilettos (she pilots barefoot) and step up onto the wing of her little white plane, she stops for a second and stares at me standing off to the side. There is a glint in her eye. A big smile spreads across her face. “Let’s go scare your mother,” she says.

Only as I am jammed in the back next to Leibovitz, bumping along the dinky little runway, does the reality of what I’m doing sink in. I imagine the headline: ANGELINA JOLIE AND ANNIE LEIBOVITZ DIE IN PLANE CRASH NEAR LAS VEGAS. I try to remember who went down with Patsy Cline, but I can’t. I am about to become a trivia question. I tell myself this will be a suitably fabulous way to die, and just like that we are in the air, floating above the desert, and my nerves are gone. “I’ll do some tight turns,” says Jolie. “Maddox likes it when there are g-forces.” [x]

(Source: 365daysofjolie, via suicideblonde)