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“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
— David Foster Wallace; The Pale King
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Time is not ones friend
Time and time again
I thought I knew
You
Enemy or ally
Trapped or be free
To walk away
To bury it all
To smile and surrounded
To cry and uncertainty
If I knew
I can walk
If I knew
I am free
If I knew
Time might side with me
Who are you all this time?
Why keep it
And hold it
There’s no time
Time is not my friend
Time and time again
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why do all the words sound heavier in my native language? scratch that. why did I choose to seek refuge in a language of another instead of training my tongue to bear the heaviness of my own?
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“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
— Emery Allen
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“Do you remember when we first met? I thought I had wandered into a dream.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien
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Ramadan Musings
I can do a lot for my family or the people I serve, but humans forget, as they do. But Allah s.w.t never forgets, and thats the beauty of Islam.
Hold on to this.
If you believe in Allah s.w.t and this religion, you’ll find solace knowing that He does not forget nor forsaken you. And that is all that matters, that is enough.
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Can't you see how beautiful a true uniqueness can be?
for @50shadesofpurple 💜
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Long answers are too personal, short ones will do.
Short answer: Yes.
Long answer: Yes because I rather be miserable with you than without you.
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He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
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I just want to dedicate every minute of my life to you until I get tired and die by your side. 🗝️ 〰︎ ·˚。
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“Despite how open, peaceful, and loving you attempt to be, people can only meet you as deeply as they’ve met themselves.”
— Matt Kahn
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