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أسلي النفس بالآمال من حين الى حيني“

I keep averting my soul with thoughts of hope; from time to time.

وأنسى ما وراء الموت ماذا بعد تكفيني

And I forget what is to come after death; and what is to come after I am shrouded.

كأني قد ضمنت العيش ليس الموت يأتيني

As if I am guaranteed life (eternally); and that death will not come to me.”

— Part of a lengthy poem that made Ibn Hanbal cry, Manaqib Imam Ahmad (p. 205)

"When something bothered me, I didn't talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that's just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own." - Haruki Murakami

“Never give up on something you really want. It may be difficult to wait, but it is worse to live with regret.”

— Unknown

'Almost' is the worst way to love someone.

وتوبه ...توبه توبه .... توبه توبه ...

ياما قالوا من الحب توبه

و رجعوا تانى قالوا فيه شعر و أغانى

Never again, never again, never again, never again

So many people have said "I'll never love again," only to go back and write love poems and songs once more

- Mayada el-Hennawi

green flag to those people who updates you bc they know how you overthink while waiting for them

أتمنى أن يكون قلبك الطيب في أيد أمينة

may your good heart be in good hands

Even on bad terms loyalty should never change.

And sometimes your heart longs for a soul that will make all the pain more bearable

who cares, do better, move on

"Home is not necessarily a big land: it can be as small as the area bordered by two shoulders."

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “The way I was taught to love”

[Text ID: “Half daughter, / half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.”]

despite all your flaws, someone wishes to be near you, to see you, to have your company, someone loves you.

-her.written.thoughts

Kaveh Akbar, from “Heritage”

Why is my love for people

always so much stronger

then their love for me?

I’d cross oceans to drown in your eyes, I’d go through war to bring you peace

It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.

Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems

My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. U might have the strength and size but I have pure, unfiltered rage.

two things: I hate change and having my routines interrupted. I hate things being the same it’s boring

The most precious truth.