It's just me

I'd let my crush shoot me. I'm not interested in a relationship

life doesn’t end at 25. life doesn’t end at 27 or 30 either. life doesn’t end at 35 or 45. life doesn’t end at 65. it doesn’t matter how old you are, when you decide to get your high school degree or start a family. it doesn’t matter when you decide to go run a marathon or go travel the world. life is not made up by numbers, age is, and your age is not all that you are. you got time. life doesn’t end until it ends.

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THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING

Scorpio Risings are bewitching. Alluring and alarming at the same time. They are intense type of beauty that not everyone can appreciate. They definetely don’t fit canon types of beauty. They are not eclectic. Whatever Pluto touches it immediately gains its intensity and rawness. If it touches your 1st House/Ascendant you are stripped down. Delicacy and neutrality are taken away from you. Luckily, Pluto always compensates for what it takes; you are gifted with amazingly strong, mysterious, sexual aura. You have fire burning in your eyes, flowing through your vains. You are the forgotten legacy of witches. You are what they tried to burn in the fire, hundreds years ago, not knowing they can’t purify something that is not contaminated in the first place. Not knowing that you can’t really burn a Phoenix because they will always rise from the ashes. Just like you. You are a powerful beauty. Don’t feel bad about not fitting into the canon. Embrace your uniqness. Embrace your fire. 

Arabic: olive trees swaying in the wind; a grandmother ticks at her hand painted prayer beads; the bloodied martyr; an intimate, warm orange; a shepherd stretched out in the shade; between buildings, lovers steal a glance; an embroidered robe; minarets touch the sky; bare feet on scorching sand. 

Urdu: rain glistening on a lonely street, the eyes of a hurt dog, the smell of warm wood and old cherished books; the velvety touch of rose petals, kulfi in your mouth, heavy silver at your wrists; open windows, a room lit by moonlight; handing your father a glass of tea, caressing your lover’s neck, hearing your name included in your loved one’s morning prayer.

Bangla: the scent of earth wet by rain; the green watery rice fields; the rumbling dark rain clouds; the cold wind blowing on my wet skin; singeing through my wet clothes; the vast mighty rivers; the smell of chamomile flowers; the cotton sarees; the smell of old books; creeking old Mahogany furniture; my mother’s comforting hand caressing me.

Sindhi: a lion’s roar heard from miles away; ripples of water surmounted by the hot summer rain; the sound of bangles clanking together; a grandparent’s sigh of contentment; a slice of watermelon generously sprinkled with masala; fresh milk delivered from the cattle, warmed on the stove; the smell of henna and perfume and incense.

Polish: the whispers of falling leaves; the tale of bloodied fingers and bitten lips; not begging for freedom/ fighting for it; the scent of gasoline; burning in [me]; being reborn after another fire / ashes that created holy empire; world that is torn in half/ but it’s ours/ another spring has come / another spirit that didn’t die

Portuguese: People hang gliding like colorful birds in the Brazilian skies; the salty and sticky bodies on the beach; running as fast as you can in the hot sand till you reach the water; hills filled with trees and a big window wide opened; distant relatives remembering the old days playing by the pool; big piles of books and a soft, refreshing breeze; the smell of fresh coffee and baguettes and butter; phonographs playing samba from the 60’s; the calming sensation of knowing you’re loved; tangerines; your bare feet on the grass; painting your nails yellow; drawings on napkins and strawberry jam; going home late at night

Danish: cotton and linen drying on a line in the sun; the smell of freshly moved grass; coffee breaks at work; peeling potatoes while the radio is going in the kitchen; daisies, dandelions, and poppies beside the asphalt roads; evening bike rides home after spending the whole day by the beach when you can still feel the sand between your toes and the salt in your hair; bonfires for St John’s Eve; rainy archaeology excavations; rain drumming on the windows of the bus; 9 o’clock in the morning; bleak January streets

seduce me with ur history knowledge 

vikings made their woman handle the finances because they thought math is witchcraft

During a military campaign, Vlad the Impaler, the basis for Dracula, once pulled his troops out of a major engagement in a valley at dusk so that the sun was in their enemies’ eyes. Once they were over the hill, they set loose a bunch of rabid bats who flew away from the sun (towards the enemy) and attacked them, leading to significant infection in their ranks, and Vlad’s eventual victory. Because of how the bats appeared from where Vlad’s soldiers appeared to be at dusk, myth stated that the soldiers turned into bats at night, which is where the “Dracula can change into a bat” thing came from.

raphael, the renaissance painter, literally fucked himself to death

during the Ottoman Empire, the Sultan Ibrahim I had 280 of his concubines drowned in the ocean after ONE of them slept with another man.

The earths carbon levels fell by 700 million tons because Genghis Khan killed so many people

Spicy foods were thought to increase libido and cause children to masturbate. To prevent kids from touching themselves at night, a man named Kellogg invented the blandest combination of cereals, marketed it at kids, and called it Corn Flakes

At the Battle of Gettysburg during the American Civil War, a small group of Union soldiers had run out of ammo against a large group of the Confederate Army. In a panic, the Union soldiers sprinted at them, screaming, with only bayonets drawn. The entire Confederate Army that was present turned and ran away in fear, not knowing that they had literally no ammunition.

During the Austro-Prussian war of 1868, Liechtenstein sent over an army of 80 people, but ended up coming back with 81 people because they befriended a guy on the other side.

People refused to send art and sculptures to be displayed at the Chicago World’s Fair because of Chicago’s history with fire. They had to fireproof the Fine Arts building to get people to agree to loan them their art. A year after the fair closed most of the grounds were destroyed by fire but the Fine Arts building survived. It’s now the Museum of Science and Industry.

The carbon emissions thing from Ghenghis Khan is not the whole story. He also planted trees wherever he conquered land because he liked trees and thought they were important. He conquered enough to make an impact on the global climate.

Radu III, brother of Vlad III( Vlad the Impaler)  nearly killed Mehmed II, the future Sultan of the Ottoman’s, after Mehmed invited him up to his chambers. Radu, seemingly unaware that the offer was sexual in nature, was startled when Mehmed embraced and then tried to kiss him. Radu stabbed the prince in the leg, then ran and hid in a tree. They later became lovers, and maintained a relationship for the rest of their lives

Just googled the last one because holy shit that’s magnificent and seemed to good to be true, but not only did it actually happen, but I also learned that radu was known as “radu the beautiful”

fun date idea: stab him in the leg

When you shake hands with someone, it is to prove that you do not have a weapons on you.

I think it is brave and also very sexy of me to continue living

- dorian gray long after his portrait has decayed

i am the worst person i know. i am better than everyone else. i hate myself. i am god <3