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I’ve sailed the seven seas, dragged myself half-dead through deserts, kayaked through the amazon, and scaled mountains that dwarfed sky-scrapers. I’ve experienced the sour gustation of nature’s fountain as I tongued earth’s shadow creators. I’ve inhaled the pungent odor of death, wrestled with demons in the scorching blaze of hell’s inferno, and blown crystals from its embers. I’ve let the universe consume and exhume my body in the eye of supernovae, let myself transcend reality in periodic fashion, and risen from ashes to affluence. I’ve been incarcerated into the confines of the imagination, barred myself further for imprisonment, only to escape sensory-intellectual acquisition to be mystified. I’ve tampered with the constructs of reason and emotion, attempted to convert falsehood to keep faith in truth, but ended up in the pseudo-fabrication of morality. I’ve lost to live, language revolved to eclipse, sidestepping symbolization’s boundaries. But I have not known, and future never will see. Bio: Junior at the University of Earth; studying spaces, languages, and people. Consistently welcoming complimentary cuisine, intellectual conversation, and unacquainted characters. Always in the pursuit of love and happiness. My real blog is in the link below.

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I’ve sailed the seven seas, dragged myself half-dead through deserts, kayaked through the amazon, and scaled mountains that dwarfed sky-scrapers. I’ve experienced the sour gustation of nature’s fountain as I tongued earth’s shadow creators. I’ve inhaled the pungent odor of death, wrestled with demons in the scorching blaze of hell’s inferno, and blown crystals from its embers. I’ve let the universe consume and exhume my body in the eye of supernovae, let myself transcend reality in periodic fashion, and risen from ashes to affluence. I’ve been incarcerated into the confines of the imagination, barred myself further for imprisonment, only to escape sensory-intellectual acquisition to be mystified. I’ve tampered with the constructs of reason and emotion, attempted to convert falsehood to keep faith in truth, but ended up in the pseudo-fabrication of morality. I’ve lost to live, language revolved to eclipse, sidestepping symbolization’s boundaries. But I have not known, and future never will see. Bio: Junior at the University of Earth; studying spaces, languages, and people. Consistently welcoming complimentary cuisine, intellectual conversation, and unacquainted characters. Always in the pursuit of love and happiness. My real blog is in the link below.

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I’ve sailed the seven seas, dragged myself half-dead through deserts, kayaked through the amazon, and scaled mountains that dwarfed sky-scrapers. I’ve experienced the sour gustation of nature’s fountain as I tongued earth’s shadow creators. I’ve inhaled the pungent odor of death, wrestled with demons in the scorching blaze of hell’s inferno, and blown crystals from its embers. I’ve let the universe consume and exhume my body in the eye of supernovae, let myself transcend reality in periodic fashion, and risen from ashes to affluence. I’ve been incarcerated into the confines of the imagination, barred myself further for imprisonment, only to escape sensory-intellectual acquisition to be mystified. I’ve tampered with the constructs of reason and emotion, attempted to convert falsehood to keep faith in truth, but ended up in the pseudo-fabrication of morality. I’ve lost to live, language revolved to eclipse, sidestepping symbolization’s boundaries. But I have not known, and future never will see. Bio: Junior at the University of Earth; studying spaces, languages, and people. Consistently welcoming complimentary cuisine, intellectual conversation, and unacquainted characters. Always in the pursuit of love and happiness. My real blog is in the link below.

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I’ve sailed the seven seas, dragged myself half-dead through deserts, kayaked through the amazon, and scaled mountains that dwarfed sky-scrapers. I’ve experienced the sour gustation of nature’s fountain as I tongued earth’s shadow creators. I’ve inhaled the pungent odor of death, wrestled with demons in the scorching blaze of hell’s inferno, and blown crystals from its embers. I’ve let the universe consume and exhume my body in the eye of supernovae, let myself transcend reality in periodic fashion, and risen from ashes to affluence. I’ve been incarcerated into the confines of the imagination, barred myself further for imprisonment, only to escape sensory-intellectual acquisition to be mystified. I’ve tampered with the constructs of reason and emotion, attempted to convert falsehood to keep faith in truth, but ended up in the pseudo-fabrication of morality. I’ve lost to live, language revolved to eclipse, sidestepping symbolization’s boundaries. But I have not known, and future never will see. Bio: Junior at the University of Earth; studying spaces, languages, and people. Consistently welcoming complimentary cuisine, intellectual conversation, and unacquainted characters. Always in the pursuit of love and happiness. My real blog is in the link below.

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I’ve sailed the seven seas, dragged myself half-dead through deserts, kayaked through the amazon, and scaled mountains that dwarfed sky-scrapers. I’ve experienced the sour gustation of nature’s fountain as I tongued earth’s shadow creators. I’ve inhaled the pungent odor of death, wrestled with demons in the scorching blaze of hell’s inferno, and blown crystals from its embers. I’ve let the universe consume and exhume my body in the eye of supernovae, let myself transcend reality in periodic fashion, and risen from ashes to affluence. I’ve been incarcerated into the confines of the imagination, barred myself further for imprisonment, only to escape sensory-intellectual acquisition to be mystified. I’ve tampered with the constructs of reason and emotion, attempted to convert falsehood to keep faith in truth, but ended up in the pseudo-fabrication of morality. I’ve lost to live, language revolved to eclipse, sidestepping symbolization’s boundaries. But I have not known, and future never will see. Bio: Junior at the University of Earth; studying spaces, languages, and people. Consistently welcoming complimentary cuisine, intellectual conversation, and unacquainted characters. Always in the pursuit of love and happiness. My real blog is in the link below.

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