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

my year of stress and dehydration

girl wtf is wrong with you (me to me)

once you start sleeping late, there is no going back.

Forgive your old self, you've changed.

I come on tumblr to talk to myself publicly

ولعلك تلتقي بشخص أنت عوضه، وهو عوضك

and no one will ever know the things we’ve been through.

‏"ﺃﻗﺮﺃ ﺍﻟﺮﺳﺎﺋﻞ ﺍﻟﻘﺪﻳﻤﺔ ﻭﺃﻗﻮﻝ: ﻳﺎ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ، ﻟﻘﺪ ﻣﺮَّ ﻣﻦ ﻫﻨﺎ إحساسٌ ﻣﺘﺨﻢٌ ﺑﺎﻟﺤُـﺐّ، كيف ﺍﺧﺘﻔﻰ؟"

father’s day for many is hard. this post is dedicated to those who see the cards come out and feel sick. some fathers leave, some abuse, some neglect, some have passed away. whatever the case may be, it can be trying. i hope you get through the day feeling as good as possible. just another day in the year. remember you are not obligated to love someone who hurts you even if it’s a parent. for those who have good fathers, i hope you have the best day with them.

Already thinking about tomorrows coffee