And that’s how it goes, kids. The friends, neighbors, drinking buddies, and partners-in-crime you loved so much when you’re young - as the years go by, you just lose touch… You will be shocked, kids, when you discover how easy it is in life to part ways with people forever. That’s why when you find someone you want to keep around, you do something about it.
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The River of Girls

i.m. India’s missing girls

This is not really myth or secret.
This murmur in the mouth
of the mountain where the sound
of rain is born. This surging
past pilgrim town and village well.
This coin-thin vagina
and acid stain of bone.
This doctor with his rusty tools,
this street cleaner, this mother
laying down the bloody offerings
of birth. This is not the cry
of a beginning, or a river
buried in the bowels of the earth.
This is the sound of ten million girls
singing of a time in the universe
when they were born with tigers
breathing between their thighs;
when they set out for battle
with all three eyes on fire,
their golden breasts held high
like weapons to the sky.
TISHANI DOSHI
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pythons:

Leo Tolstoy

pythons:

Leo Tolstoy

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When the sky is falling, I see a plethora of shooting stars , potential and extinguished
Upcoming and outgoing,
All rushing towards me ,
Endearing me to make the most wishes in this last possible moment of life,
Endeavoring me with plenty of freedom to wish, making desires so easily attainable.

In another instance,
The moment ended. 
The sky has fallen. 
And I,
Too,
Has extinguished.

Please wait for another round. I promise I’ll be a shooting star that matters

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And at the place where time stands still, one sees lovers kissing in the shadows of buildings, in a frozen embrace that will never let go. The loved one will never take his arms from where they are now, will never give back the bracelet of memories, will never journey afar from his lover, will never place himself in danger of self-sacrifice, will never fail to show his love, will never become jealous, will never fall in love with someone else, will never lose the passion of this instant of time.
Alan Lightman, Einstein’s Dreams
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I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out
in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom
of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.
Jack London
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All the untidy activity continues,
awful but cheerful.
Elizabeth Bishop
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