جس کی سُن لو وہی فرشتہ ہے نجانے انسان کہاں رہتے ہیں
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ya girl can sense weird vibes from a mile away
The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet. She wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and says: ‘Here is your home country.’
Nizar Qabbani (via mesogeios)
Learn to remain silent, just like you learn to speak.
Abu Dhayyal, Fadl al-‘Ilm (p. 283)
i’m feeling dizzy again
spinning in a daydream like a drunken slowdance
i’m writing love letters in advance
while i’m waiting for whoever’s hand reaches for mine with the right kind of spark in her eye from wildfires we both know all too well
and as i lay down my shield she’ll come out of her shell
i wanted to let her know i see her scars as stars and everything is art to my wildfire heart
and i write love letters in advance
as i’m spinning in a slowdance daydreaming of romance
while waiting for her hand
and i’m feeling dizzy
Love, you thought he was the one but I am sorry he ruined you. You waited for late night conversations but he gave you unanswered calls. You needed someone’s arms to hold you during tough times but he gave you mixed signals and uncertainties. When days were lonely and you needed someone who would grab your hand, and take you to the place where you’d heal slowly, he didn’t even call your name he didn’t even call your name he didn’t even call your name You were like a flower, drying and you thought that he was the only raindrop you needed to keep you alive. If it hurts so much to the point that you do not know who you are anymore, walk away. Don’t kiss him on parts you thought he’d tremble. Put down your hands and stop praying to him as if he is your God and he’s the only one who can save you. He’s just a boy. A boy who made you think that you deserve everything when he is not giving anything to you.
to us girls, who are hurting right now: we are all going to make it. (via pakalmot)