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Alhamdulillah.
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Alhamdulillah for another day.
Alhamdulillah for another chance to make today a better yesterday.
Alhamdulillah.
i want real, no lies, no games.
Never try to cheat the hitman.
Update from my Vinyl collection 2022
No one warned me that coming into your own also includes grieving the life you were conditioned to believe you wanted.
Aye āA blues 4 Ninaā hit 2 dis day!
Not even kidding Iām so grateful for everything that I have rn but Iām really praying for more connections, more joy, more happiness, more love, more people, more energy, more life in the years to come and I know I will be receiving all of that + more
Learning as I go ⦠thatās life
Everything you learned late, teach your children early.
"Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuation and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I've felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I've pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing."
-Melissa Broder, from "Life without Longing," The New York Times