He has become my sun and stars, and I the moon of his life…
Yer jalan atthirari anni - You are the moon of my life. (Used when addressing a beloved woman since the moon is seen as female)
Shekh ma shieraki anni - My sun and stars (Referring to a beloved man since the sun is the male counterpart to the moon)
The brevity of life (and somewhat of a bit of sanity)
I cannot divulge much of what I have seen because I’m limited by law (and I know it’s my tumblr blog and who would know, but still «;), but what I can say is that in my short time of volunteering at the nursing home, my views on some things have shifted. In a “No shit, Sherlock” moment, I came to the understanding that wow… life is short, your body will give out on you, and holy crap health is amazing while it’s around. Then I reeled back to all the other times people have told me it and the idea was so overused that I turned my back to it and nearly flipped it off.
When you see it close up, the variety of suffering, hearing the mixed groans in the hallway- people confused, asking where they are, asking you the same question after you already answered when you come back into the room seconds later… it sure is an experience, and I very much appreciate being able to use my own body and mind from now on.
Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and shag a nun.
(via Feminism)
bisexual opera singer who killed ten men and snuck into a convent to shag a nun.
French swag
Souaaaaaguuueee
