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crudesko · 2 months
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me to ig when it deliberately drops my reach on a poetry piece
BEHN KI LAUDI ISTG MAIN MAAR DALUNGI IS AURAT KO
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[ i felt lonely so i made love with your absence ] by siddaq kler
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crudesko · 3 months
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Edward Hopper - The Evening Wind (1921)
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crudesko · 5 months
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"who will remember the palestinians" by siddaq kler
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crudesko · 6 months
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when i say i am my mother’s child i mean to say that my mother birthed herself.
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crudesko · 6 months
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The war will end, and leaders will shake hands. That old woman will keep waiting for her martyred son. And those children will keep waiting for their hero father. I don't know who sold our homeland, but I saw who paid the price
-mahmoud darwish, a palestinian poet.
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crudesko · 7 months
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i traded my trauma for solitude and now i am going up in flames / hurting was much better.
- questions to apollo, siddaq kler
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crudesko · 7 months
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how long does it take before the reader becomes the book? how long does it take before his spine can't carry the weight of his own story?
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crudesko · 8 months
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perhaps healing comes at a price and i’ve healed too much .
- a barren poet, siddaq kler
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crudesko · 8 months
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there's something peaceful about reading in your balcony on a sunny saturday. man, i could live like this forever.
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crudesko · 8 months
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i wasn't born with a personality. i just happened to read alot books with alot of characters.
just saying.
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crudesko · 8 months
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just chilling in my silly little balcony reading my silly big book, sipping on my silly little coffee.
this is the life.
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crudesko · 8 months
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*starts screaming hanuman chalisa frantically so that her bills can disappear*
Reminder:
Your Gods are always there. Stressed? Pray. Nervous? Sing a hymn.
Not only has this helped my anxiety, it’s helped me form a closer bond with the gods.
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crudesko · 8 months
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loving you is a sin and i never belonged to heaven anyways.
-lilith and eve, siddaq kler.
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crudesko · 9 months
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[ love something—or someone—so much that you would willingly sacrifice yourself. I want to be brave like that. ]
-the last queen, chitra banerjee
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crudesko · 10 months
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such a pretty blog you've, my heart 🫶
ahhh thank you so much 🤎🌙
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crudesko · 1 year
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सुकून •
the sound of rain, the smell of fresh pine trees, the way cold breeze feels on your skin. what spells out sukoon to you? it's gotta a beautiful, rainy afternoon. your day taking an unimaginable course. reaching unplanned destinations in unplanned ways. breathtaking bursts of colour on green hills. scenic roads. a bag full of books. good food. and the perfect group of people.
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