liking people who live in the same city as you is so weird like i passed the flyover that connects our homes you made fun of me for not knowing it and now i do and you probably live here somewhere and i want to click a picture and send it to you and be like look!!! it's the colorful cable bridge near your house!!!! but i can't. because we don't fucking talk anymore 😭
started the first day of ramadan crying hello everyone how are you
i will not login or register
hadal ‘love language' robe
Embroidered onto the sleeve is an Arabic love poem by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish. It reads: قالوا: تموت بها حبـاًً، فقلـت لهـم ألا اذكروها علـى قبـري فتحيينـي English translation: They asked “Do you love her to death?” I said “Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.” All proceeds from Hadal’s ‘Love Language’ pieces will be donated to Palestinian aid organisations.
need a love that turns Qais into Majnu and Laila into La ilaaha illalaah
Helen of Troy (detail) c. 1867. by Frederick Sandys
the grief of loving too much is heavy but it is better than the regret of not trying at all
the only thing they're bothered about is lining their pockets and counting their money!!
The orange gang's silence about the kumbh mela disasters reveals their hypocrisy more than anything else does. For something that so deeply concerns the religion that they claim to care about, you would think they would hold the party that claims to work in their interests more accountable? But they're not and everyone knows why that is - they never cared about hindus and hinduism to begin with. All that jazz was and always has been a thinly veiled cover for their hatred of Muslims.
tumblr's boop feature got me feeling butterflies and seeing hearts
she/her ▪︎ my mind; little organization
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