Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision.
sapanaa ur too sweet, n i don’t have time these days to draw but i posted like few quick sketches before. its here
My first “a-ha” political moment was when i was like 13 and watched the Iraq war protest live stream on C-Span lol
Ashes of Time (Redux) (2008) by Wong Kar-Wai
HOV Lane [Explicit] - Nicki Minaj
The Himalayas have been dyed in countless hues,
without any brush.
In the souls of the petals
resounds the music of Jal tarang
The eyes of the saplings turn bright
when they bring thy light.
The lassitude takes leave of
the wings of the birds.
The waves of the sea dance in ecstasy,
pray for the safety of the seas for man.
O Usha, O revolution-maker, the mother of changes, Let me be good again !
— Bawa Balwant, from Usha (1958)
from now on im not saying “i love you” unless i absolutely mean it
A person who has not been completely alienated, who has remained sensitive and able to feel, who has not lost the sense of dignity, who is not yet “for sale”, who can still suffer over the suffering of others, who has not acquired fully the having mode of existence - briefly, a person who has remained a person and not become a thing - cannot help feeling lonely, powerless, isolated in present-day society. He cannot help doubting himself and his own convictions, if not his sanity. He cannot help suffering, even though he can experience moments of joy and clarity that are absent in the life of his “normal” contemporaries. Not rarely will he suffer from neurosis that results from the situation of a sane man living in an insane society, rather than that of the more conventional neurosis of a sick man trying to adapt himself to a sick society. In the process of going further in his analysis, i.e. of growing to greater independence and productivity, his neurotic symptoms will cure themselves. […] Paradoxically, the ability to be alone is the condition for the ability to love.
Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving (via mi-nan)
Remember when I posted this on my old blog mi-nan.
Arvind Desai Ki Ajeeb Dastaan (1979)