“حرقت قلبي”
—
-Arab saying
You burned my heart.
The feeling you get when someone who you love is in pain and you can’t help or cant do enough. The feeling is like someone is literally holding your heart to a set of flames.
(via seulray)
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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“حرقت قلبي”
—
-Arab saying
You burned my heart.
The feeling you get when someone who you love is in pain and you can’t help or cant do enough. The feeling is like someone is literally holding your heart to a set of flames.
(via seulray)
on swallowing back blood and bile and grief
Paris Paloma, "boys, bugs, and men" // Yoan Capote, "Stress" // me // The Crane Wives, "Bitter Medicine" // Zora Neale Hurston
stay warm this snooesday, okay?
Perhaps the World Ends Here, Joy Harjo
March 16, 1927 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]
got a lovehate relationship with routine and repetition. yes if you put me in a repetitive situation i will start chewing on myself like a caged animal. but also no if you interrupt my self imposed routines i will start crying. this has made me so super good at being in the workforce #trust
march. paper collage, 2026.
Albert Camus, The Fall Originally published: 1956
raspberry and milk chocolate brown butter cookies
snoopy of the day
19 January, 1924 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”
Anaïs Nin
Me and my friends Moon gazing in the wild tonight. Paintings dump. Detailedited: Man and Woman Contemplating the Moon, 1824, by Caspar David Friedrich.
Charlotte Brontë, from Villette
Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance
you deserve someone who eases the pain