Alhamdulliah I’m so very excited for this upcoming month. Though it won’t be spent how I planned and with the people I wanted so dearly to be surrounded by l’m not going to let it get me down.

I am alive. I am here today and only Allah knows if I will make it to the end of this blessed month. Going to try and take advantage of each day and stay positive.

I only have one big duaa I’m hoping Allah will answer so I’m going to focus most of my energy there.

InshaAllah Kheir.


I’m trying so hard to save face when I talk to my parents.

I’ll just have to count on blaming bad connection for when I don’t respond while holding back tears.


I want you to not even be able to breathe at the thought of never seeing me again, because that’s how I feel about you.

Shannon Stacey (via ofincense)

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I’m one bad experience from packing all my things and living away from anyone I know.


I want to be optimistic, kind and open. I want people to feel safe with me - to know that I’m as honest as I am fair.

To be intrinsically good and loving.

But the more I experience, the harder it becomes.


I’ve seen photographers get on their knees to capture an angle,
And painters lay on their backs to cover their canvas,
A lover gets on one knee with ring and heart in hand,
And farmers bow their backs as they tilth the land,
So why is it then considered so strange,
For a man to fall in prostration in plain view
Of all, in the middle of that street you know
Is he not an artist, or a lover, with seeds to sow?

(via veinsfullofpoetry)

who wrote this??

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today was supposed to be the highlight of my year/life thus far

how did I end up here.


on packing

I pick my clothes off the floor trying to hide my shaking hands. I could swear you left your scent on purpose, still trying to cling on.

Notice how I fold each dress into a perfect square. I wonder how things would be different if my love for you fit inside my heart just as neatly.

I am not a pillow for you to rest on when you’re sick of sleeping on the floor. My arms can only carry so much before they collapse under the weight of guilt.

There are only so many times I can force my life into a suitcase hoping it will make the trip. And my arms are tired.


stop romanticizing shitty things 2k14


I can’t imagine any part of my future without you


This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.

Walt Whitman, in the Preface to Leaves of Grass

(via sunyoungwrites)


I’ve lost my appetite and will to live in this way.


my heart breaks & I pray like my bones, it will grow back stronger