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"and you are my sacred book. my poem."

maybe a simple smile is the perfect answer to loneliness & sadness.

it's not blood that makes you family... it's love. family is not about blood...

it's about who's willing to hold your hand when you need it the most.

if someday the moon calls you by your name don't be surprised, because every night i tell him about you.

thinking about how life really is just about connections. how connections are what make life worth living. connections to people, to places, to music, to films. how these connections can make make you feel so much, and how beautiful that is.

life doesn't have to be so bad all the time. we don't have to be anxious about everything. we can just be. we can get up, anticipate that the day will probably have a few good moments and a few bad ones, and then just deal with it.

take it all in and deal as the best as we can.

just wanna be rich & unreachable.

cause sometimes life’s a shipwreck

that sometimes we regret.

what a difficult life to lead, when everything is a dream.

“what was your greatest loss this year?”

lost a lot but it’s nothing! nothing. whatever was meant for me remained. whatever was not meant for me left.

ⓘ this user feels like nobody wants them around anymore.

just another year of tum sath ho ya na ho kia farak hai

scooting my way through istanbul.

searching for something that I can’t reach.

taken in the metro of Istanbul, the photographer says that whenever he tried to lift his head, she'd ask him to rest more, tiredness brought him down,

- but love kept them both standing up strong..

winter. a vibe. beautiful Pakistani women & their resplendent shawls.

winter. a vibe. beautiful Pakistani women & their resplendent shawls.

was it a vision, or a waking dream?

fled is that music: – do i wake or sleep?

being asked “what do you want to be in the future?” is peer pressure because i just want to stand in my home in front of the window while it’s raining, maybe reading a book, listening to the thunderstorm, listening a sad song or her voice.

''what are you seeking?''

freedom to want nothing, to expect nothing, to depend on nothing.

i knew i was strong, and maybe like they said, 'crazy' but i had this feeling inside of me, that something real was there.

don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon.

the moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness & clouds in order to be seen.