#uk

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Did you hear that! Yuki, the heartless Yuki! Heartless Yuki has begged me with tears to let him visit my shop!


Natsuki Takaya


#humor

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.


Charles Bukowski


#charles-bukowski #self-love #love

ما يصيب المسلم من نصب ولا وصب ولا همّ ولا حزن ولا أذى ولا غمّ - حتى الشوكة يشاكها - إلا كفّر الله بها مِن خطاياه No fatigue, disease, sorrow, sadness, hurt or distress befalls a Muslim - not even the prick he receives from a thorn - except that Allah expiates some of his sins because of it. (Sahih al-Bukhari, Book 70, #545)


Anonymous


#hadeeth #hadith #islam #mohammed #muhammad

that's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secrets


Maggie Stiefvater


#night #deception

I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl.


Lurlene McDaniel


#julie #luke #true-love #love

We are not wounded so deeply when betrayed by the things we hope for as when betrayed by things we try our best to despise. In such betrayal comes the dagger in the back.


Yukio Mishima


#thirst-for-love #yukio-mishima #love

The stems stood tall and straight, one series arranged in a single line, the other in a crudely shaped heart, the final one in the shape of the letter U. I love you.


Lurlene McDaniel


#love #luke #love

El futuro que tendrás mañana no es el mismo futuro que tenías ayer.


Chuck Palahniuk


#palahniuk #rant #biography

There might simply be nothing going on that might activate it. Perhaps there isn't anything here that Alec is afraid of." Magnus glanced at Alec and raised his eyebrows. "Boo." Luke and Magnus, pg. 285


Cassandra Clare


#magnus-bane #activism

In clear-cutting, he said, you clear away the natural forest, or what the industrial forester calls "weed trees," and plant all one species of tree in neat straight functional rows like corn, sorghum, sugar beets or any other practical farm crop. You then dump on chemical fertilizers to replace the washed-away humus, inject the seedlings with growth-forcing hormones, surround your plot with deer repellants and raise a uniform crop of trees, all identical. When the trees reach a certain prespecified height (not maturity; that takes too long) you send in a fleet of tree-harvesting machines and cut the fuckers down. All of them. Then burn the slash, and harrow, seed, fertilize all over again, round and round and round again, faster and faster, tighter and tighter until, like the fabled Malaysian Concentric Bird which flies in ever-smaller circles, you disappear up your own asshole.


Edward Abbey


#hayduke #tree-farming #nature