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@excerptsfrommyoverthinking
I have a habit of changing my perfume after major life events, so that way if I ever want to go back to a certain time period in my life, I just have to buy a bottle of perfume that will be full of memories and nostalgia
I have never related more with anything in my life.
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
May 29, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]
by Donna McL
“O Allah, indeed I love You, so make me a servant whom You love.
But Allah never once left you
“𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝖠𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗐𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖺𝗐𝖿𝗎𝗅, 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗐𝖿𝗎𝗅.”
Ibn Abbas, may Allah be pleased with him | Source: Ḥilyat al-Awliyā’ 1184
"Three Questions," Caitlyn Siehl
My mother tells me that when I meet someone I like, I have to ask them three questions:
what are you afraid of?
do you like dogs?
what do you do when it rains?
of those three, she says the first one is the most important. “They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”
I met you on a Sunday, right after church. one look and my heart fell into my stomach like a trap door.
on our second date, I asked you what you were afraid of. “spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.” I asked you if you liked dogs. “I have three.” I asked you what you do when it rains. “sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”
he smiled like he knew. like his mom told him the same thing. “how about you?”
me? I’m scared of everything. of the hole in the o-zone layer, of the lady next door who never smiles at her dog, and especially of all the secrets the government must be breaking it’s back trying to keep from us. I love dogs so much, you have no idea. I sleep when it rains. I want to tell everyone I love them. I want to find every stray animal and bring them home. I want to wake up in your hair and make you shitty coffee and kiss your neck and draw silly stick figures of us. I never want to ask anyone else these questions ever again.
Under the moonlight.
what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting
The world is violent and mercurial — it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love — love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.
Tennessee Williams
