Frederick Judd Waugh.

Muted tones

Love it here, I'm gonna bring my friends next time I visit :)

“But [Tumblr’s] value, of course, is more than just what it isn’t, and what it points away from. Despite all the drama and discourse lurking in its corners, it’s easy to make your own Tumblr life as simple and as happy as you want it to be. There are no algorithmic threats lurking around every corner, no onslaught of promoted posts from politicians or influencers. More than anything else, Tumblr in 2020 is a self-sustaining ecosystem. It’s a semi-sealed and increasingly fertile terrarium, a nigh-impossible perpetual-motion machine of a platform going productively psychotic in its isolation.”

— @areyougonnabe, “The Ever-Mutating Life of Tumblr Dot Com” 

इन दिनों, दिल मेरा, मुझसे है कह रहा

तू ख्व़ाब सजा, तू जी ले ज़रा

है तुझे भी इजाज़त, कर ले तू भी मुहब्बत

बेरंग सी है बड़ी ज़िन्दगी कुछ रंग तो भरूँ

मैं अपनी तनहाई के वास्ते अब कुछ तो करूँ

जब मिले थोड़ी फुर्सत, मुझसे कर ले मुहब्बत

है तुझे भी इजाज़त, कर ले तू भी मुहब्बत

उसको छुपाकर मैं सबसे कभी ले चलूँ कहीं दूर

आँखों के प्यालों से पीता रहूँ उसके चेहरे का नूर

इस ज़माने से छुपकर, पूरी कर लूँ मैं हसरत

है तुझे भी इजाज़त, कर ले तू भी मुहब्बत

Sayeed Quadri (lyricist) your mind is beautiful

"दिल चीज़ क्या है, आप मेरी जान लीजिये"

- Shahryar

when richard siken said “I want to tell you this story without confessing anything [...] I want to tell you this story without having to be in it”

 ― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[text ID: In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart.]

Officially a tumblr fandom person now

“For nothing is fixed, forever and forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock. Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have. The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.”

— James Baldwin, from “Nothing Personal,” in Collected Essays

Mahmoud Darwish, If I Were Another