مدونة مميزة ما بَعدَ السَّمَاءِ الأَخِيرَةِ (1 زائر)

[THE KNAVE]

هذا التوقيع الرهيب من تصميم @HANAMI
كلش احبه لذلك قررت احتفظ بيه هنا ​

 

[THE KNAVE]

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life​

 

[THE KNAVE]

من القصائد المفضلة لدي ​

 

[THE KNAVE]

امس كنا انا وبنتي المفضلة مريام نحجي عن التصميم > لا تكلين لأخواتج
وبما ان احنا سحبنا على التصميم لفترة فكرنا نسوي تحدي حتى نرجع نصمم ونتطور
راح يكون ماراثون تصميم بينا احنا الاثنين اسمه مصمم في ورطة > الاسم كذب
وهو ان كل مرة نجيب تصميم اسلوبه مختلف عن تصميمنا وجديد علينا
ونطبقه بطريقتنا
ونستمر طول هذا الشهر وكل مرة وحدة تختار التصميم
طبعا الفكرة مو مبتكرة كلش بس راح تكون مفيدة
وقررت اكتبه هنا حتى نفضح روحنا ونلتزم
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[THE KNAVE]

!Becoming Alice
There are always withe rabbits, teasing our curiosity to chase them, down to the rabbits holes, down to the wonderland, drowning in the pool of tears, losing our ways, losing ourselves, getting curiouser, going mad, celebrating days other than our birthdays, clashing with a ruler, making our minds, waking up,
Those are the stations of every journey.
But some rabbits holes we never ever escape!

And somehow everything in our life will be about
The rabbits holes that we couldn’t escape​

 

[THE KNAVE]

“
I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror
It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero
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[THE KNAVE]

“He believes in books, he thinks as he leaves the room. That much he knows for sure.”
― Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

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[THE KNAVE]

“Strange, isn't it? To love a book. When the words on the pages become so precious that they feel like part of your own history because they are. It's nice to finally have someone
read stories I know so intimately.”​

― Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea

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[THE KNAVE]

“Hope” is the thing with feathers​

BY EMILY DICKINSON
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
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[THE KNAVE]

Mirror mirror on the wall
?Who is the baddest of them all
Let us dance to this twisted rhythm
Looking down all stubbornly is so charming too
I don’t care
?What’s wrong with being a little bad
I will show you in the darkness
This wonderful world​