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[timotaychalamet]

Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins

[chai-tea-phone-tree]

“Own every aspect of who you are and present it to the world with the utmost pride.”

- Connor Franta

[wnq-writers]

I haven’t met someone that makes me feel complete. I should scratch that. When you enter a relationship you should already be complete. That being said, I haven’t met someone who adds value to my life. Perhaps, I am narcissistic in thinking that I’m too good for anyone. The fact of the matter is that fought hard to become who I am today. I thought hard to love myself. I was a flower who wanted to bloom, but people mercilessly stepped over me. I had to learn to forgive and love. Eventually, I became whole. But, I have yet to meet that person who makes my sparks go off. Who tickles my fancy. Who challenges me in ways that I never been challenged. Who pushes the barriers of what can be done. You see, I’m a crazy dreamer. I want to push boundaries. I can’t have someone who is safe. Conventional. I need someone to who is able to look at a blank white canvas with me and see grounds emerge, streams of rivers and oceans.

flawedconqueror  (via wordsnquotes)

[prairienina]

[svrtre]

[inderacinable]

المدن رائحة: عكا رائحة اليود البحري والبهارات، حيفا رائحة الصنوبر والشراشف المجعلكة، موسكو رائحة الفودكا على الثلج، القاهرة رائحة المانجو والزنجبيل، بيروت رائحة الشمس والبحر والدخان والليمون، باريس رائحة الخبز الطازج والأجبان ومشتقات الفتنة، دمشق رائحة الياسمين والفواكة المجففة، تونس رائحة مسك الليل والملح، الرباط رائحة الحناء والبخور والعسل، وكل مدينة لا تُعرفُ من رائحتها لا يُعوَّل على ذكراها، وللمنافي رائحة مشتركة هي رائحة الحنين إلى ما عداها، رائحة تتذكر رائحة أخرى، رائحة متقطعة الأنفاس، عاطفيّة تقودك كخارطة سياحية كثيرة الاستعمال إلى رائحة المكان الأول، الرائحة ذاكرةٌ وغروب شمس، والغروب هنا توبيخ الجمال للغريب - Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger.

Mahmoud Darwich, in the Presence of Absence. (via inderacinable)

[subtitlesdaily]

[writtendrunk]

me

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[writtendrunk]

Trexit: /ˈtreksət/ verb • the act of exiting the United States upon realization that Donald Trump is a serious presidential candidate • #drumpf (at New York, New York)

[suspend]

You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until it’s right in front of them.

Anonymous (via suspend)

[ruinedchildhood]

[les-betogether]

[dsxsbx]

[writtendrunk]

MANUS x MACHINA (at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York)

[deeplifequotes]

If it comes; let it. If it goes; let it.

(via deeplifequotes)

[afghanproverb-deactivated202412]

Be a good person, but don’t waste time proving it.

(via awkwarddly)

[sexemulators]

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

(via kristennjade)