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She is running in a long-sleeved black shirt and tights, in the middle of summer, outside. And she’s still in the lead.
Tell me again how Muslim women aren’t tough?
HOW THE HELL IS SHE DOING THIS WHILE FASTING
EVERYONE PLEASE REMEMBER ITS RAMADAN
GOD BLESS THE MUSLIMS USUALLY I DONT ADD COMMENTARY BUT FRICK
damn if this isn’t inspiring i don’t know what is
NEVER FUCKING ENDING RESPECT.
fierce.
fucking hell shes hardcore
I love too hard
Sign of the Puppeteer (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/e2BIWW1UIz This story takes the true darkness of people that lies beneath the surface, then utilizes it to drag the reader, headfirst, into a kind of darkness they'd never before been aware existed; follow two girls, separated by status yet alike in despair, into a modern tragedy.
Life bounded at me with favourable breakneck pace and a newly painted horizon; banished were the blues and blacks of despair and in the distance floated prisms of light to dance in the eye of the beholder. Rainy days stayed wet but there was a degree of relief in the sun that later broke the clouds, warmth and radiance a component of patience to those able to wait. I didn't consider myself to be spiritual until I screamed to a God that had given up on me long ago and felt the forgiveness through the cleared cobwebs in my vision, through the nights that no longer felt like betrayal. I awoke to the light I created for myself and I refused to sleep in the darkness of another, for I'd already been a shadow eighteen years. Consequence is far more bitter than vinegar but when your karma comes full circle you love the pain to death for steering you from it; we always were slow learners. Nothing is perfect but I still wake in the early hours to live like the lively and hope no one spies my drowned reservations.
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Ahhhhh!! Hang up!!!
already dead
1939-(via File Photo) by File Photo Via Flickr: McCalls-Sep 1939
Cliff and James early days