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Slow mornings are truly a blessing. ☀️
Sometimes, it isn’t the one who takes your breath away, it’s the one that reminds you to breathe.
k.b. // by jennifer johnson
Love is a form of rizq, and you never know in whose heart your rizq is stored
" Muhabbat bhi rizq ki tarah hoti hai , jiski jo jagah jis dil mei likhi ho .. mil kar rehti hai " - usri yusra az husna hussain
These lines of Ambrail got stuck in my head "Agar kisi shakhs se mohabbat ho tou us se wabasta har shakhs se mohabbat hojati hai." and we all related somehow in our life.
A line in Tuesdays with Morrie reads, “Love wins. Love always wins.”
So if it doesn't win, it must not be love in its right sense.
The scars we receive from the outside world,
The scars we receive from life experiences,
Even the scars we receive from family.
The people who'll embrace you
And be on your side until the end.
In the end it is family.
~Reply 1988
I learned that complimenting myself is a lot more rewarding than receiving a compliment from others.
We all deserve a slow and uncomplicated love.<3
Read that being in love is like being in a prayer, you do not look around.
One must be indulged in it so deeply to feel it an obligation to not divert here and there. And if one does get distracted, the heart simply isn't involved in it.
One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
are love letters still a thing? I want one
When they say " Stop crying now " but Salar Sikander said " Kya haal kar liya hai tumne apni aankhon ka .. tumhey mujh pr taras nahi ata ? "
A kind of friendship where misunderstandings can occur, but you're comfortable enough to text each other your perspectives once you get back home and then easily move past it when you meet again, as if nothing had happened.
“I hope my heart ends up in soft hands”.