Not the name, Just the Girl

What's inside this feeling that screams at me? Devotion. Fealty. (prev: eliiasveturius)

[pasdecoeur]

action movie directors really don’t understand that they could write the scariest, toughest, most badass line in movie history, and it still wouldn’t come close to the moment in Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement, when viscount mabrey of genovia said, “sir you will find that the word ‘fear’ is not in my vocabulary!!” and joe didn’t even fucking blink before replying, “Perhaps… But it’s in your eyes.”

[i-whiterose]

رَبِّ إِنِّي لِمَا أَنزَلْتَ إِلَيَّ مِنْ خَيْرٍ فَقِيرٌ

"My God, I am truly in great need of any good that You might send down to me." {Quran - 28:24}

[dollysmile-deactivated20210212]

comparing hand sizes is foreplay at its finest

[tereishqnachaya]

Visit Original Link

Puchna va main qismat kolon.. Eho likhi si  s a z a  meri?

[weltenwellen]

Sean Thomas Dougherty, from “The Men and the Quiet”

[beauteenth]

[kitab-alf-layla-wa-layla]

Nizar Qabbani

[virginph-deactivated20200528]

[sixthlion]

Recalling a childhood memory of a front lawn, a family home. Father, aunt, tea. Jasmine. Bougainvillea. Grass smells. Crickets. This tranquil vision of a spring night was a memory I used to calm myself in difficult, mentally noisy times. This painting was done a year and a half ago. Grateful to find a little escape in it in this time of uncertainty. Hope you’re all keeping well. 

- Salman Toor

[thinkofitasablessing]

[shaikhspears]

Take care of your prayers because one of them will be the last.

اعتنِ بصلاتِكَ فإحداهُنَّ ستكون الأخيرة.

[poetrist]

You are a woman. Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies, not excuses.

Sarah Kay, “The Type” (via poetrist)

[natureandbeauty]

[ibtasem-deactivated20160330]

متأخر

Some days ago I have seen a very old man turning for the first time the pages of the Quran with his shaking hands

and here you are with all your energy left claiming it is too late to change.

My dear, late are never those who still walk on earth, but those who lay beneath.

[loeilballon]

Jean-Léon Gérôme, The Grief of the Pasha (1882)

[dhoopkinarey]

There was a time before the internet was raising us, a time where peace and joy was found on the rooftops of bustling and busy Lahore, a time where we weren’t bound by the constant ticking of the clock and found moments of bliss laying still under the hot sun.

Ao baithain, دھوپ کنارے

Dhoop kinaray | Zara Shahjahan

[birdasaurus]

Jessi Frederik

[causings]

love, i was made with bloody hands. so i’m sorry if i stain your new white shirt, and i’m sorry if when i touch your lips, all you taste is pennies. i know it looked like wine. i’m sorry if i mark you in ways that make other people concerned. i know you hate questions. i’m sorry if you end up covered from head to toe. but know this: i did not choose my hands. also know this: red is a great color on you.

“iron & wine” (god gave all the clean hands to the girls who would never touch you)