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[yourblankself]

It all started when..

It all started when I felt afraid taking the risk falling in love with you; it felt closer to a heart attack that brings up the beat I’ve lost years ago, the ones I lost years ago.

I lost myself years ago. I thought that you found me. You cracked me. You hurt me and I love you.

I loved everything you’ve done. The way you talk, the way walk, the way you smiled at me, the way you leaned in to hold me, the way you got angry at me, and oh, I can’t erase the memory of how you kissed me; it’s like you understood how I feel and how I imagined it to be.

You were more like a joke at first. “Haha. I’m gonna break hearts.” I told myself. You ended up breaking mine. Everything went down serious and as serious at gets, I cherished the way you’ve hurt me.

You made it last, you made how you hurt me last. I’ve haven’t been talking to you ever since and you’re still there. I’m searching for you in every guy I talk to and you’re somewhere out there. No one can ever or will ever be you. No one will tell me they love me the way you told me, no one will leave me the way you’ve left me.

It was like you’re the murderer and I’m the victim, the only thing is I didn’t fight for my life. 

I loved you so much, I love you so much. I really need to forgive you and I really need you back. 

But you’re forever gone.

It all started when I had no feelings, when I wanted to feel something and insanely I fell in love with you. I had you and I’ve lost you. I don’t even regret a moment. 

[yourblankself]

[yourblankself]

You're tumblrish hot.

joke's on you

[yourblankself]

Untitled

I've been feeling your breath around me. You're my favorite touch, even though I didn't get a chance to feel you. I'm obsessing over the idea of being in love with you. I'm on the verge of going insane. My day couldn't be worse without you in it. I just feel good talking to you, telling you my crazy, unexpected stories; as if I'm soaked down in words just to push myself to the non existing limit of talking to you. I never thought that someone will come and envade over my heart, sadness and sleepless nights, but there you are laying down next to me. It's just that I don't know why or how would I survive in my life without you in it. I love you. I love you so much.

[yourblankself]

Not the only one

The universe does not revlove around your fucking soul. When you're depressed, you're not the only one. When you're hitting your last nerve you're not the only fucking one. Stop making this all around your life and hold down the selfishness and think about how others may feel. Stop what ever the fuck you're doing and think before you take an action. Your action may fucking hurt me and break me. You're not the only one.

[yourblankself]

At the moment you believe you're heartless, your heart just opens. Unfortunately, it breaks.

[yourblankself]

YOU

I'll belong to you. Be with you. Do anything for you. Hug you, kiss you and have you. I'm gonna ruin you and I'll let you ruin me. You're gonna be me my 1 AM call and my 2 AM madness. I'll make you obsessed the same as I'm obsessed to have you. Imma lift your heart high up and break it down for me. I'll make my jealousy shake you, haunt you and contain you. Gonna cherish your arms, they'd be my roof, I'm gonna hide in them, be in them and hold them wherever you go. I'm gonna handle you and you're gonna handle me; you're gonna handle me while fucking insane, insanely in love with you. I'm gonna be yours, all yours, only yours, but please just be mine.

[yourblankself]

Not my own

How can you just fall in love with someone you haven’t even met before.

How can you do that? How are you acting like a fool in such a short notice?

He’s not even your own. 

Maybe never will be yours.

How can you hate yourself so much loving somebody else, giving up all your energy on thinking about him 24 hours everyday of the damn week? Even though he made diamonds grow in your heart, shining all over your face; there you are smiling for no apparent reason, hurting for him, building your imaginary character around him or maybe you’re just being yourself. You don’t even know who you are anymore and you’re fighting over the fact that he’s not even yours.

You’re not allowed to say how you feel, it’s like words are choking down your throat; you can’t fucking hold it in, but you’re here building up your own Hollywood story all by yourself, you can’t even have him in playing the main role. Even though he’s your own star, he can’t shine for you.

You’re a mess.

Still he’s not yours, even though you've gone mad. 

Today’s Track:

https://soundcloud.com/abo3amoodd/mashrou-leila-3-minutes

[yourblankself]

And at the moment that I'm completely attached, I have to let him go.

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Kehinde Wiley’s “An Economy of Grace”

Kehinde Wiley (American, b. 1977) Finally Painted a Portrait of a Lady EditoronMay 29, 2012/1 commentNEW YORK—Kehinde Wiley, the prolific, commercially and critically successful portrait artist has conquered many milestones in his brief career. A new series at Sean Kelly Gallery marks two more: first collaboration with a couture designer and, most notably, for the first-time ever his subjects are women. Known for his depictions of “urban” men of color plucked from streets around the world to pose for his paintings, Wiley chose African American women cast from the streets of New York as models for “An Economy Of Grace.” The 12 works in the exhibit adhere his standards—referencing poses from European art history classics and featuring elaborate decorative backgrounds. The departure, the aesthetic inspiration driving the series, is a collaboration with Riccardo Tisci, the creative director of Givenchy who designed six one-of-a-kind gowns for the women. Outfitted in the Tisci gowns, the women exude femininity. 

[yourblankself]

"Nothing was your own except for the few cubic centimetres inside your skull"

Fineliner on A4 

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Kurdish Mysticism on the Cliffs M Mehdi Fazelbeygi

Hawrāmān (Persian: اورامان‎) is a mountainous region located within the provinces of Kurdistan and Kermanshah in western Iran and in north-eastern Iraq within Iraq’s Kurdistan Region. The inhabitants of Hawraman are Kurdish people and Hawraman is widely known for its unique arrangement of cities and villages built along the mountain slopes of the region. Ancient religions are also practiced throughout Hawraman and the region is home to the ancient holy places of the Yarsan faith.

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US Photographer Tim Mantoani started a portrait series in 2006 capturing pictures of the photographers with their most famous images. His project has been collated into a book called, “Behind Photographs”…

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Fragile

Maybe I'm too fragile inside and as a result I show so much strength that I cannot afford. Escaping from whatever hits me emotionally always seem like a plan. I hate talking and sharing what I feel within my heart and I hate sharing what I feel running through every cell of my brain, because at the end the only word that describes the situation is 'regret'. I'm always afraid of what should and shouldn't do. There's nothing I can do about fear. I fear losing. I fear failing. All and all, I fear love. Love represents an image in everything that I'm afraid of. To get hurt is not love. To feel so much pain is not love. To be cruelly honest is not love. And so, as a result of my fear I hurt people. I cause pain and I'm cruelly honest. I hold my tears because they show my weakness. I can never trust people. Since I was a child, I've been abandoned by the most important person in my life. He never cared. He never showed me trust. He's the one I should've built trust upon. He's the one who should've taught me what love means. That would've made a 95% better chance not to feel fear and to go after whatever life throws at me. But, here I'm a strong person who's hiding within a fragile soul.

[yourblankself]

Nothing sweeter than my baby. She gives me toothaches just from kissing me.