Your Actions Will Speak Louder Than Your Promises

I forgot to mention they’re also the funniest little creatures everrrr

Of all the things that remind me of love, cats are at the top of the list. Their eyes hold something different, something enchanting, like a silent understanding of the world around them. They love in their own way—warm, selfish, and a little bratty, like a child who thinks you belong to them. Sometimes, they act like your baby, sometimes like your boss. Every single one of them has a personality that makes me want to meet them all, build a whole cat family, and just exist among them.

Orange cats are pure chaos, but somehow the softest souls. White cats carry themselves like royalty, too elegant to bother with the rest of the world. Gray cats act all calm and collected, but they’re little troublemakers once you know them. Black cats hold a quiet kind of love, the kind that feels steady and safe. And tuxedo cats walk around like they own the place, like they just left a fancy dinner party and decided to grace us with their presence.

Every cat feels like a reflection of someone, a reminder of a certain kind of soul. And the best thing about them? When one chooses you, they’re yours forever. They love in a way that’s awkward yet endearing, poking at you when you’re sad, pulling away just to come right back. And the way they get jealous when you pet another cat? Nothing beats that.

There’s nothing quite like having a cat in your life, feeding them, talking to them, sharing a space where words aren’t needed. In a way, they remind me of my inner child—curious, stubborn, and full of love in ways that don’t always make sense. Maybe every cat carries a little piece of someone, a little piece of us. But all I know is, I love them, and I’ll never get tired of saying it.

يبدو هينًا أن نغرق هنا، فما هي إلا سُنّة. كما أشعر به سخيفًا... أن نفقد ذاتنا لها. فكيف تكون غاية ضحكات طفولتنا أن تنقلب همًا؟ هينة وسخيفة، قاسية وحقيقية. أين مخرج تلك السُنّة؟ أي حائط أحاول ردمه؟ أُخلف أي من ذلك... حياة؟

I ain't lookin' to compete with you

Beat or cheat or mistreat you

Simplify you, classify you

Deny, defy or crucify you

All I really want to do

Is, baby, be friends with you.

it’s me vs. my mind everyday.

Not valuing human connections & relationships isn’t a flex—it’s somehow a lack of humanity itself

Free yourself from whatever is holding you back from being what you want & need.

They said I have to stop the world if I want to stop the feeling.

And here I am, standing at its edge—

The whole world has come to a halt, yet I remain like a river, refusing to flow anywhere but to you.

Everyone in your life will have a last day with you, and you don't even know when it'll be.

ذاكرتي تُحبك ، تسألني عنك طوال الوقت

تتداخل بكل تفاصيل يومي - صورةٌ لك ،

تتداخلُ بكل تفاصيل يومي فحتى دفء كوبي يذكرني بدفء يديك

يُرسَم محياك بين غيوم عقلي مُجبِرًا على نسيانها

أية غيوم إن كنت حاضرًا ؟

ذاكرتي تُحبك وأنا مللت

كيف أجيب سؤالها الدائم عن ذكريات جديدة لك ؟

ماذا إن عاندتني وظلت تحدثني عنّا إن أجبتها بأنك رحلت...

كيف الوذ فرارًا منها ومن عيناك ؟

Black Beach - Iceland, 2016