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I want to hug children of Gaza. I think they smell like a paradise…

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I want to hug children of Gaza. I think they smell like a paradise…

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“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

— Unknown

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طرقت الأبواب على الله كي أدخل فوجدت عليها كظيظا (ازدحام) الا باب الذل له سبحانه وجدت عددا قليلا من الناس فوقفت عليه فوجدته أقرب الأبواب الى الله

ابن القيم 

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I wish i wish))

Oh to find someone who can handle your overthinking…

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#flowers#feelings

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> What brings you joy? 💌

whenever someone notices hidden details about me, specially if I didn't notice it first

there's nothing that makes me happier than my books and stuffed animals <3

The smell of rain.

Getting the best table in a cafe.

Getting to use that esoteric knowledge.

A comfortable silence between you and a loved one.

Your favorite song turned up loud.

Sunsets and the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves crashing

I love when we stretch, especially in the mornings, it’s so cute.

I love how we leave flowers for loved ones. Flowers are nature’s beauty and I think it’s a really sweet gesture

I Like how we journal. Like, we just write whatever we want just for ourselves to see.

I like the idea of a chair. It’s just like a piece of elevated ground for us to sit on.

I love mountains overlooking oceans or massive bodies of water.

I love putting Vaseline on my lips because they feel soft after.

I really really love books. I won’t go into it because so many already have.

I love photography and sculptures. Wowow, I looovee sculptures.

Starting a new notebook

Pens with *that* glide. Pen snobs know

Random acts of kindness

Seeing people achieve a goal - big or small, just seeing their face when they realise they did it

Light reflected on water - Moonlight, city lights, doesn’t matter

When someone *really* enjoys something I cooked/baked for them.

Feeling the sun on the back of my neck

The smell of fresh laundry… Oh! Fresh bed sheets

The way new books smell

One time, I had a really Really sweet raspberry. Like, this raspberry was probably the best thing I’ve ever had so far in my years of living. It was a cathartic experience, eating that raspberry.

watching my cat yawn (it’s adorable)

I love writing cursive t’s and I’s and I love when people say “crossing ts and dotting i’s”

i think jack o lanterns look cheerful

I really like the taste and texture of mushrooms (:

the sound of waves

i absolutely adore clementines (: i eat them till i get sick

I love eye contact. It makes me feel really human in a way I can’t describe. It makes me feel smiley and warm inside

I love looking at the moon or a cloud and thinking someone else is looking at the same thing I am right now while being so far away.

I love it when people make food for people, or just randomly bring over food, it’s such a cute way of caring.

I love when you look at someone and they look at you back and you’re just kinda squinting or raising your eye brows or smiling at each other.

I love when people do something cute or embarrassingly cute and you’re the only one that sees it

The warm sun on your skin after being in a cold building. Dancing. Storytelling. Iced coffee. Sunflowers. Thinking about Jesus. Poems that reach into your brain and pull your heart out. Mismatched teacups. Laughing until you cry. Texts from friends you haven’t heard from in a while. Notes in books from past owners. Summertime. Ballets. Dogs.

I love the feeling of sun on my skin

Your blog makes me happy

Watching rain turn to snow makes me happy

The smell of espresso makes me happy.

I love when people out of nowhere start whispering.

This one is kinda weird but I love when people have physical reactions like flinching ever so slightly or moving out of the way.

I love dough. And I love when I’m making dough I think back to people from many many years ago and I think about if they loved the soft, squishy feeling of dough as much as I do.

when my cat snores

when someone tries to hide a smile but can’t help it

when the air smells different in spring

when I close my eyes with the window down in the car and let the breeze and sun hit my face while a good song plays on the radio

when the light changes in my bedroom as day turns to night

daydreaming

writing

Had this thought while showering but I love our skin. And I love the fact that there is probably a horse with an almost exact skin colour as myself and everyone

lifes kinda crappy but i make bread from scratch and give it to people i love. and im always looking forward to the next time i can take a walk in nature.

Writing on my journal snuggling my cozy blanket

Playing Sudoku on my phone with EDM on the background

Hugging one of my six cats, or the six of them!!!

“Seriously, Hun, I've been spending the last 8 months of my life asking to myself this question, because I realized I knew what I dislike, hate or feel uncomfortable... But I wasn't that suuure about what my "happiness" is. Now I feel like happiness is the choice I make that give me either freedom, inner peace or a spark of joy... So I see happiness in almost every decision I make through the day”

sunsets at the beach. The salt in the air. The sound of seagulls and the stars

the moon makes me really happy

The pitter patter of rain against my window

Freshly baked bread

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القراءة مثل التنفس ؛ إنها وظيفة حيوية أساسية.

Чтение как дыхание, это жизненно важная функция

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اللهم لا تجعل الدنيا اكبر همَّنا!

О Аллах не Сделай мирскую жизнь нашей самой большой заботой!

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Красиво

i love her when she drinks her morning coffee, and drinks me

and i love her more when she assures me that she’s gonna take over the world, and me.

Nizar Qabbani

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“It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed.”

— Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise (via beeghosts)

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فإذا أغلقت بابك كل خلقٍ قد غَرِقُ

Когда ты закроешь свою дверь… все творения потонут 💔