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always thankful no matter what

[poetrybysesa]

Dear you-know-who-you-are, today is one of those days i think of you. it’s hard to tell you why but i just do. today i forget about all the bad we’ve been through and reminisce about all the good. today i miss you. i miss how you made me laugh and feel some type of way. did you know you were the only one who loved me for me? you cared for me in the purest way. i never needed make-up, hair extensions or fancy clothes. there was no point in all of that. all you had eyes for was my soul. today i think of that because it was beautiful. but sometimes beauty requires an ugly price to pay. yet today i close my eyes to the ugly. only today.

(via sesapoetry)

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

Anxiety at it’s finest!

Do you know what it’s like to constantly feel like you’re on a hurry, that you still have an unfinished work to do, that right under your rib cage there’s some kind of darkness?! You feel like you don’t know how to breath anymore and that you might be dying?! You seem like you have forgotten how to walk, you have sore muscles and have nightmares every single night?! That’s anxiety at it’s finest.

Perhaps i am not qualified to discuss this particular mental disease for i am not a psychiatrist. Still, i allow myself to talk about it as a patient who had suffered and struggled for many years to fight my way back to being a normal human being.

All i can say, is that as long as you recognize that you need help, that’s a huge step towards getting better! It is NOT a shame to feel vulnerable, seeking for help is a strong sign of strenght! Taking antidepressant pills is very helpful but, it is your will that defines how far or how much you trust yourself!

Trust in yourself and mostly in God, at the end we’re all going underground! 

[psychologytruths]

Ever wondered where emotions came from? Or where hormone responses originated?

The Limbic System, located in various places near the center of the brain, controls hormone secretion, hormone responses, and emotions. The Limbic System consists of several structures all with their own specific functions.

The structures are:

Amygdala- Controls emotional responses, fear, and plays a part in memories and hormonal secretions.

Hippocampus- Moves memories from short term memory to long term memory, retrieves memories from long term memory, also helps with spatial reasoning.

Hypothalamus- Controls mood, temperature, hunger, and sleep cycles. Contains the glands responsible for regulating hormone processes throughout the body. 

Thalamus- Serves as a switchboard for sensory input as it comes into the brain, sending it to the appropriate place when it is received. It also plays a role in attention.

FUN FACT: Abnormalities in the Limbic System have been linked to several disorders, most notably psychopathy.

SOURCES

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[otmanifatimaezzahra]

Love as it should be.

Somehow, it is disappointing to find out that the person you have loved for quite a time is just playing with your feelings. When in the other hand, you are happy to finally feel like you have found the one, the soulmate, the person you thought you would spend the rest of your life with.

Unfortunately, all your dreams crash to the ground when trust starts to fade away every time you notice flawed mistakes done by your partner.

Sometimes, the lack of trust can take you a little further than you’d ever imagine. But only if you’re deeply in love…

Not to mention how frustrating, depressing, painful and heartbreaking it is when at last you realise that your relationship isn’t taking you anywhere, be patient until your path crosses the one’s path.

Meanwhile, learn that the person you should love the most is yourself. Appreciate yourself more, and never let someone under-estimate you !

O.F

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

Read this paragraph NOW

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

Whether you like it or not.

You're crying, it's a warning and you know it. You see it parade in front of you, you're growing older. Life is consuming you, you're getting closer to the end. You never know when will be your last laugh, last thought, last tear, last glance and last breath. The end has come, you have an empty look and your corpse is getting heavier and colder. Your soul has already left the body. Your body, now, belongs to a coffin. A coffin that belongs to a grave. A graveyard, an abandoned graveyard. You end up in a forsaken grave. To the world, you have never existed.

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

Dépourvue de tout charme, la vie est devenue comme un virus dans son sang. Sans lui laisser le temps de faire une réflexion, la jeune demoiselle avait déjà vécu misérablement. Il y avait quelque chose en elle, qui causait un malaise. Quelque chose de fatale. Dans ses yeux, On y voyait une ombre de déception.

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

Messieurs

Commencez par trouver une femme gentille, la beauté viendra avec l’amour que vous lui donnerez.

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

Sais-tu que quand je pleure je deviens plus belle?! Des fois, je vais jusqu’à devant un miroir pour me regarder en train de pleurer. Suis-je sadique? Non, mais une femme veut toujours se voir plus belle.

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

Elle était furieuse et incapable de réfléchir sainement. Elle l'avait vu, cette fois elle l'avait vu de ses propres yeux. Elle avait senti un frisson parcourir son échine, son cœur battait à se rompre. Figée là où elle se tenait debout, elle finit par s'évanouir. Le bruit de son corps rencontrer le sol avait signalé à son mari que quelqu'un était là. Il se revêtit rapidement et se dépêcha vers la porte de la chambre, celle-ci entrouverte, la poussa légèrement afin d'examiner le vestibule. Il ne remarqua rien, car il faisait sombre. Il ferma la porte cette fois-ci et retourna dans les bras de sa maîtresse. Rien au monde ne l'aurai empêcher de faire l'amour à cette putain, même sa femme à qui il avait promis d'aimer jusqu'à la fin de ses jours.

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

PARTIE II

Le  bouquiniste, c’était un petit homme aux environs des quarantaines. Ses yeux exorbitants et son visage sillonné d’égratignures disaient déjà de lui beaucoup de choses. Il était moche, sale et méprisable. Jamal, il s’appelait Jamal. Il vendait et achetait toute sorte d’écrits; manuels d’école, magazines, romans, même les carnets de recettes des grands mères. Il achèterai un livre à 10 balles et te le vendrai à 50. Malgré son apparence désagréable, Jamal n’hésitait point à s’approcher d’une fille, une de ces filles de lmdina lqdima. Il ne choisissait pas ces mots, il avait le courage de prononcer ces paroles ” chkhessek azin dyali, lalla l3alia kanbghik…” Jamal maintenant à fermer son petit local, non pas parce qu’il s’est marié. Mais parce qu’il est paralysé. Jamal croyait qu’il échapperait au sort, mais il n’a pas réussi.

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

PARTIE I Nous habitions a Essaouira. C’était les vacances, ma mère et mon frère étaient venus à casa et mon père et moi sommes restés à souira. Nous n’avions plus aucun sou, les placards et le réfrigérateur étaient presque vides. La fierté de mon père ne lui permettait pas d’aller demander à quelqu’un quoique ce soit, d’ailleurs il n y avait ni famille ni amis. Il a fallut que je vende mes manuels de 6eme année lycée à un bouquiniste à souk waka, une ruelle parmi d’autres à l’ancienne médina. Pourtant, 10 ans avant cette misère nous étions riches. La moquerie du destin est à méditer longuement.

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

All this noise! It freaks me out to know that someday it’ll be so quiet. We will all be dead by then. Something to meditate profoundly

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

https://twitter.com/zoraotmani/status/511212163789512704

[tinyowlaesthetics]

You’ve been criticizing yourself for years and it hasn’t worked. Try accepting yourself and see what happens.

Louise Hay. (via positiving)

[quotes-shape-us]

That’s the thing about death that makes it useful. Death was always a reminder to the living to live—to live in the present and to look forward to the future.

Jennifer L. Armentrout, Be with Me. (via positiving)

[otmanifatimaezzahra]

A Night Out

Lilla slipped her hands over her leather jacket to get her apartments keys for the millionth time. In vain, she looked in her purse, still nothing. She thought to herself that she might have left them in the office.

Impossible for her to return to the company at this hour of the night to get the keys. “Where will I stay tonight?” she wondered to herself “A hotel room maybe?!”. She headed to the nearest ATM, 500 dirham wasn’t enough to afford the cheapest room in the shittiest hotel in the city.

It was a cold night of December, the rain started to pour; Lilla rushed herself to the main road hoping to find a taxi.

As she was standing there, in the dark, she noticed a good looking guy on the other side of the street. She thought to herself that the guy might come in handy.

“Hey…” she yelled, the guy looked at her and went to her.

“Is everything ok? Do you need something?” nicely the guy asked.

“Yes actually, do you have a phone number of a taxi? I have to go somewhere.” Lilla seemed confident about the guy, she didn’t even think about the horrible stories she reads on the daily newspapers.

The guy instantly replied “It’s your lucky day miss, yes I do”.

He whispered to her the phone number, she immediately dialed it, and in no time the taxi showed up.

She thanked the guy with a slight smile and got into the taxi, told him the address of an old friend of hers.

On the road, Lilla noticed that it wasn’t the right track. She looked at the driver through the mirror. It was an old unpleasant man. Little did she know about what was coming next.

Lilla’s hands became sweaty, she was too afraid to speak a word to the man.

She thought about jumping on the sidewalk, so she smoothly moved her body towards the door…

“God help me, God help me!” she kept repeating to herself. Unfortunately the doors were locked; Lilla’s tears flowed easily, then.

She knew then, that her life was about to take another turn, it absolutely wasn’t Lilla’s lucky day.

[mild-madness-deactivated2015051]

Love without Sex

I’m doing a Philosophy paper on Asexuality. Please reblog if you think Love without Sex is possible! I really need the data. Like if you think love has to have sex.