ثم إنَّ الطريق طويل، والسلوان مؤقت، والأنس بالناس يزول فمن لم يكن في معية الله فهو هالك. The road is long, comfort is temporary, and the warmth of people fades. So whoever is not in the company of Allah is truly lost.
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ثم إنَّ الطريق طويل، والسلوان مؤقت، والأنس بالناس يزول فمن لم يكن في معية الله فهو هالك. The road is long, comfort is temporary, and the warmth of people fades. So whoever is not in the company of Allah is truly lost.
“Never make fun of someone’s passion because that’s the thing that saves them from the world.”
— Unknown
2 b loved by me
is 2 b loved 4ever
Yeah i dont think i can take any more madness/pain
No one deserves to see you at your lowest, you’re stronger than that shit
new game plan called shield yourself at all times and never let anyone in . this will have no repercussions
can we stab each other and bleed out in the snow together
all i want to do is wear nice clothes and travel
a relationship so peaceful that my nervous system finally stops preparing for disappointment >>
Naomi Shihab Nye, from Red Suitcase: Poems; “Shoulders,”
Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.
If they miss you they will find a way to reach you
i like getting cute morning texts like: your order has been shipped
my review on life so far:
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The Color of Pomegranates (Նռան գույնը), dir. Sergei Parajanov (1969)
Comfortable silence is one of my favorite things ever