Hala.

I don’t need your words… I need your actions.

There’s a part of the brain called the nucleus accumbens that indicates how much you like a particular song. The more activated it is, the more interested you are.

Keep the ones that heard you when you never said a word.

I think I realized why I love the ocean so much. Although sometimes it’s calm, there are times where waves are crashing into each other and it’s all a mess… yet people still think those moments are just as beautiful as when it’s still. I want someone to love me when I’m a mess and I’m crashing into myself, not just when everything is going the way it should. I want someone to love me like the ocean.

to the woman with an old soul; your way of thinking, is appreciated. your way of feeling, is appreciated. your way of being, is appreciated. don’t let them whisper lies in your ears - the way your mind works is not outdated, it’s beautiful. your undying wisdom of the world and the way it dances, your appreciation for art and literature, your hopeless romanticism and faith in the concept of love, darling, you’re walking poetry, and you don’t even know it. your rib cage is made out of piano keys, your heart is a drum, and they make a unique melody that only few will understand. they tell stories of a woman that has seen so much, felt so much, been so much, evolved, but still moves to her own rhythm. whether life forced you to grow up too fast, or you’re carrying on from where you left off in a previous lifetime, to the woman with an old soul, you’re beautiful, and you’re appreciated.

كُنْ أَنتَ الاسثناءَ الجميلَ لِكلّ قواعدِ القُبحِ حَولَك