I love late night campfires. This one is purple,blue,and yellow.lol
Don’t waste sunsets with people who will be gone by sunrise.
Sometimes you don’t give yourself to someone because you love them but, rather because you hate yourself.You hate yourself enough to give yourself to someone who loves himself enough to use you,mistreat you and demoralize you.You’ve undermined all that you are and until you learn to love the hideousness of your joints. Until you’ve learned to love the curves of your broad cheeks. Until you’ve learned to love the dye on your knees. Until you’ve learned to love mold of your belly and the distortion of your elbows. Until you’ve learned to live within the garden that grows so lively everyday until the unnoticed vines crawl from the chamber of your ribs. Because afterall, self guilt accomplishes nothing. It just stands in the way of all that you can become. That’s what will hurt you the most.
أُحبُّكِ .. بأخطائي وبطُهرك .
I love you with my flaws and your purity ..
You never lose by loving. You only lose by holding back.
I feel like I’ve spent my whole life being a bird that slowly waits as it unfolds it’s wings and it’s all because I’m woven to gravity. Because my intentions and my actions are never parallel. Maybe it’s because of my attachment to people. A rope so gracefully braided but, when you lose grip, it sparks an unwanted flame. Or maybe it’s because drowning has become the only choice I have. Because what lies deep under the layers is just a stew that bubbles me and at the end when it’s done cooking, I’ll become dry, boring, and senseless. That’s what I fear. That fear is what has trapped me. I’m afraid of losing all that is good and all that is bad because I see the potential burning away.
You can either run away from the things that haunt you or face them.
I can't find you on we heart it!
it’s on the sidebar of my blog.
When your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.
Seriously i disconect myself from your blog for little while and BAM! you come up with some more amazing words, you are like the nostalgic tales elders tell yet we can only imagine such treasures, wallahi you brighten up my darkened sky. Wishing for you, safety and contentment - maybe a Rumi quote :D !! K
Hehehehe this made my night :D