When I Lie It’s Often Because I Don’t Want To Spend Time Explaining The Truth.

“And I fear that my place gets taken by some other one, very lucky and not too shy, who flirts with your eyes while I’m the one who’s crazy about them.” ー Nizar Qabbani

“Sometimes the night wakes up in the 
middle of me
and I can do nothing
but
become the moon.” -Nayirrah Waheed

Seeing those who left, in a dream, is the most painful kind of meetings. رؤية الغائبين في الأحلام أشد أنواع اللقاء وجعا

(via nizariat)

If I could count my laughters,

was it enough to tell how happy I am?

If I could point out how many tears

had fallen from my eyes,

was it enough to show

all the pain I am hiding into?

If I could run miles away

from where I am standing,

was it enough to tell how lost I feel?

If I could write million of prose and poetries,

was it enough to tell my stories?

If only things were enough.

But sadly, there were times,

when they weren’t just

what we needed to have.

I hope you’re doing fine // ma.c.a

She’s not in a dark place. Her heart just needs rest.

Adrian Michael (via howifeel-posts)

Ramta Jogi - Taal

I disappear sometimes. It’s my thing.

Carefree me

Amrit Photography