Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
Hafiz (via loveyourchaos)

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Hidup dan nasib bisa tampak berantakan, misterius, fantastis dan sporadis namun setiap elemennya adalah subsistem keteraturan dari sebuah desain holistik yang sempurna. Menerima kehidupan berarti menerima kenyataan bahwa tidak ada hal sekecil apa pun yang terjadi karena kebetulan
Harun Yahya


MAMNU 2013 ! Awesome superheroes ! #arsitektur #its #mamnu

MAMNU 2013 ! Awesome superheroes ! #arsitektur #its #mamnu


Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.
Voltaire (via bookriot)

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archproject2013:

Ayo bagi penggemar fotografi, ikutan yuk  :) #archproject2013

archproject2013:

Ayo bagi penggemar fotografi, ikutan yuk  :) #archproject2013



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Teaser 1 - Archproject 2013


Seperti saya, kamu berbeda. Seperti kamu, saya pun normal
National Geograhic Februari 2013 #Disability (via archproject2013)

Jangan pernah sekali-kali merendahkan standard diri kamu terhadap apapun. Standard diri kamu bukan teman yang terpintar di kelompokmu, bukan orang terhebat di keluargamu, bukan orang tersoleh di lingkunganmu. Ada begitu banyak orang di luar sana yang jauh lebih baik dari orang-orang yang kamu kenal saat ini. Kerahkan potensi dirimu sampai batas yang bahkan kamu tidak bisa membayangkannya.
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Dan, saya, sialnya, jatuh cinta kepada Indonesia. Berkali-kali.
Ahmad Yunus dalam Meraba Indonesia (via kuntawiaji)

People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic…. Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so.
Diane Setterfield.  The Thirteenth Tale.  Obscure profound quote of the day.  Sweet, sweet eloquence.  (via deaddovedonoteat53)

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