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1verse live hell yEe BURN THE HOUSE DOWN HOSEOK

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                             VALENTINE’S OF JINX AND HER LOVES//Not accepting anymore

@fastestboyalive Gave her a flower
                                                   
@mignonbonbon Always a fan of these two
                              
@revvdupharper Such sweet babies. Harper got the best of her
                                          
@addictarcher They sleep the day away and Lian plays.
                                    
@beastoraboy Totally an adorable and silly couple
                                                   
@omnitrixter Jinx stole his shirt
                    
@elextrospeed Jinx talking about explosions while Barry talks science.
                                         @fartoomanymuses Papa Harry and Baby Jaya


Since not everyone has their submit boxes open here they all are.

When Imam Ali (as) was forced out of his house, Fatima (sa) went after him along with every Hashemite woman till they reached the grave. She said to them: “Free my spouse or else I swear to He who sent Muhammad my father with truth, if you don’t free him I will unlock my hair, cover my head with the shirt of the Messenger of Allah, and call upon my Lord. Salih is not more honoured to Allah than my father, the she-camel isn’t more honoured than me, and the young camel isn’t more honoured than my children.” Salman said: “I was near her. I swear to Allah, I saw the walls of the walls of the Messenger’s mosque uprooted and rising. A man could pass under it. So I came to Fatima (sa) and said: "My Lord and Lady, Allah sent your father to be a mercy so don’t be a damnation.” So she stopped and the walls were back on the ground chattering dust in the air that entered our noses
—  Al Ikhtisas p185, Tafsir Ayyashi v2 p66, Bihar al Anwar v28 p227

Magisang buwan na kong inactive sa tumblr, sorry guys di na ko nakakapag post napaka busy ko kasi eh, sa gimik nga lang hahaha ayun na nga baka lumipad na ko pabalik ng japan sa march 1 :( pero may kwento ako remember yung crush ko since 3rdyr hs, yung mom nya naaalala parin ako, niyayaya ako lagi sa house nila para kumain tapos ininvite pa ko sumama sa cambodia, sobrang saya ko lang kasi paguwi na paguwi ko galing japan baka dumeretso ako ng cambodia btw sa may 25 balik dapat 30 pero ginawa ko nalang 25 para makasabay ko labofmaylayf hehee pero di pa kami kaka break lang nila ng bf nya at di rin boto mom at mga kuya nya sa bf nya wohooo may chance pa ko, hintayin ko nalang sya mag move on mabilis nalang yun, nakapag hintay nga ko ng 6 years eh, sa pag mo-move on pa kaya, ill do it right na this time. Yun lang share ko lang sorry mahaba hahaha

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Room 606, by Michael Sheridan

“In the centre of Copenhagen, on the sixth floor of the Royal Hotel, a single room preserves a microcosm of the definitive masterwork of Danish architect and furniture designer Arne Jacobsen (1902-71).

Room 606 is the last surviving interior of the SAS House: an unparalleled example of modern architecture and design, completed in 1960. Jacobsen was one of the outstanding architects of the twentieth century, he created complete settings for daily life and dissolving the boundaries between architecture, interior and industrial design.

The SAS House represented the pinnacle of his achievements, for which Jacobsen had designed every detail, including new furniture such as the now famous Egg and Swan chairs, fabrics, fixtures and even silverware.

This book presents a unique insight into Jacobsen’s work, using the ‘time-capsule’ Room 606 as a lens through which to examine the span of his entire career. A lost world of mid-twentieth-century form and sensation is rediscovered through hundreds of rare archival photographs, original drawings and sketches, and specially commissioned new colour photographs of Room 606. The chapters are organized thematically: each consists of three sections that together look at Room 606 as a microcosm of the SAS House, reconstruct the original building, and trace the connections between Jacobsen’s masterpiece and his other works - from whole buildings to household objects.”

Patago akong umalis ng bahay, nagtagumpay naman ako na nakalabas na parang wala lang ako.

Dumaan ako sa isang bahay na laging nag-iingay ang mga aso tuwing may dumadaan, pero ‘di sila umimik na parang wala lang ako.

May nadaanan akong pusa na karaniwa’y umaalis ‘pag may malapit sa kanila na dumaan, pero hindi man lang niya ako tinignan na parang wala lang ako.

Palabas na ako ng village namin. Sa may guard house, lagi akong sinasaludun ng mga guwardiya doon tuwing napapadaan ako; kanina, ako’y dumaan na parang wala lang ako.

Pagkalampas ko ng guard house, may mga dumaan na trike na bakante na karaniwan din ay lagi akong sinisitsitan para ako’y maisakay. Ngunit kanina, ni-isa, walang pumansin na parang wala lang ako.

Naglalakad ako mag-isa sa kalsada ng madaling araw, walang ka-tao tao, na parang wala lang ako.

Patawid na ako para makarating sa aking pupuntahan, kaso may truck na nagmamadali at hindi ako nakita na parang wala lang ako.

Ngayon, wala na ako. At walang may paki, dahil kahit nandito pa ako… parang wala lang ako.