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يا منيةَ النَّفْسِ يا مِسْكِيَّة النَّفَسِ يا روضةَ القلبِ يا رَيْحَانةَ الأُنسِ الشمسُ أَنتِ ولولا أَنْتِ ما طلَعتْ لأَنَّها منك كالمِشْكَاةِ بالقبَسِ

Before an exam: ‘Well, I’m fucked’

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

You have moments where you think you’re over it and then you have others where you cry on the bathroom floor wondering why you weren’t good enough.

هلّ آخطأتّ حيّن آحببٓتك آم آرتكّبت بحق نفسٓي ذنب يصعٌب غفرآنٓھَ ..! ذآتهآ التسآؤلات كل ما وددت آلنسيآن جرّتني لبدايآتي معك .

I turned off my phone Because I could not Handle the certainty That you were not Even trying to talk To me.