"I wish upon you softer days, tender nights, and your heart at peace."

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"I wish upon you softer days, tender nights, and your heart at peace."
ما نحتفظ به في قلوبنا هو أعز. لتجميل وشفاء كل ما يدينا تلمس
What we hold in our hearts are most dearly. To beautify and heal what our hands have touched.
ولا توجد ذكرى لجهودنا بدون وجود القلب
There is no memory of our efforts without the presence of the heart.
~ 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑓𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦
the feminine urge to burst into tears at the most minor inconveniences
““I’m not tragic these days, I don’t weep, but I feel alone, bewildered, far from you, far from everything — nothing has any meaning.””
— Simone de Beauvoir, from letters to Sartre
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“I fall asleep to a canopy of you so astounding that I never need to gaze at the stars.”
— Noor Shirazie
“You swallow the lump in your throat like a bitter pill, but your voice breaks under the building pressure, revealing the way you fall apart. You have stored it all away under battered floorboards and cobwebbed rooms for so long that you cannot make eye contact with the memories anymore, terrified that they will become all you ever see.”
— Noor Shirazie
“This moment takes over, and he forgets who he is, where he is. He runs to her front door, palms sweating, running out of breath that was already fighting to make it to his lungs, a million words trapped within a mouth that could not open. She did not need fancy words. She did not need grand gestures. All she needed to hear was that first knock on the red mahogany, the only thing standing in between a story bursting to be written. The reason he showed up at that front door was the same reason she chose to wait behind it.”
— Noor Shirazie
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