drunk yor: *accidentally hits loid in the face*
drunk yor: (panicking, trying to decide if she should say “im fucking sorry!” first or “are you okay?” first)
drunk yor: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY??
loid: yes.
⃞ # ☕️ 𓈒ིུ𖤛 ❘ ❙ ͏ synopsis of 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 love.
the Dream Synopsis 💭
— Nelly Sachs, from “The Seeker.”
i don't pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.
― Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
كيف يمكن للإيمان أن ينمو في مكان ذبل فيه أصله ؟
How can faith grow in a place where its origin has wilted? As I grow older, I have come to understand the importance of feeling connected. The intention to self-reflect of one’s spiritual development. To pause for appreciation of Allah’s ﷻ creation. We live in a world where the reminders of Allah are slowly ceasing; The trees are now replaced with skyscrapers. The sky and the natural lights, are replaced with lamp posts and bulbs. The hymn of a bird’s song and wind can no longer be heard outside of the horns and engines.
How can faith grow in a place where its origin has wilted?
“Perhaps love is to give one’s own solitude to other, for it is the very last thing we have to offer.”
– Clarice Lispector
And I whispered wholeheartedly,
"I want to stay in this moment forever."
i know how u feel。
(҂` ロ ´) ⠀♰⠀ 🫗 ʾ ⠀♡⃕⠀
his side profile is actually insane