Moh'd

i. My hands gravitate towards yours, fingers intertwine without trying, and lips touching without thinking.

ii. Whatever “soulmates” are, you are more than that to me.

iii. It’s as if I knew you from my past life, and how grateful I am to get the chance to meet you again in this one.

iv. Your heart is a black hole, the kind that pulls you into darkness with no way out, but the gravitational force is so great there is no escape for me, and even if scientists discovered a way out, I would never want to leave.

v. My heart was a barren field and you planted a bulb. You let me blossom and in time, I became a garden.

vi. All I see in your eyes are particles of eternity.

vii. Making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches becomes special when it’s with you.

(via timxrzyy)

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(via boooot-y)

Edvard Munch

 هم الناس اللى بيختصروا نفسهم والناس التانية  فى شوية حاجات وبيحكموا على كل الناس من خلالها ومقتنعين جدا بيها 

Did anyone get it yet?