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- A photo my friend take it 09:00 PM 💙💫.

You know, 20 years from now my daughter may come home crying over a stupid boy. You’re the story I tell her. When she’s aching in bed and I’m running my fingers through her hair to try and wash away the pain, our story is what I’ll tell her. I’ll tell her how something so beautiful has the potential to become so ugly and toxic to the both of you. When she thinks she can’t live without him, I’ll tell her about our story and how I forced myself to heal. How getting out of bed was a mission. How breathing without you was a mission. When her skins burn from every part he touched I’ll tell her about how I scrubbed your hands of me in the shower as I was crying. And when she thinks she can’t ever move on, I’ll tell her about how 10 years ago I saw you alone in a pub whilst I was with her father, I’ll tell her how your eyes watered when our eyes met and how I replied with a gentle smile, because it was the calm after the storm. It hurts darling. It hurts so bad, knowing you love him more than anything and he’s too immature and childish to understand or even care and acknowledge that you’ll love him more than anyone possibly can in his life. But once you heal that hurt, you become an untouchable woman.

"‏أين يذهب الإنسان حينما يشعر أن جميع الأماكن لا تناسبه.. !"

-paranormal 2020

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i'm officially 19 ! 🥲

' أنا اصلاً مشكلتي في عينها
تاخدني بلاد وتوديني
وبلادي الي انا اصلاً منها
بايعاني وبتطلع عيني '

join pls ♥️

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-There's an old voice in my head
That's holding me back

=Well, tell her that I miss our little talks 🖤

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove .... He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess ... in the Ring
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain
We passed the Setting Sun

Or rather .... He passed Us
The Dews drew quivering and Chill
For only Gossamer, my Gown
My Tippet .... only Tulle

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground
The Roof was scarcely visible
The Cornice ..... in the Ground

Since then ....'tis Centuries .... and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity

"لا سر في جسدي أمام الليل إلاّ ما أنتظرتُ وما خسرتُ
سخرتُ من هَوسي بتنظيف الهواء لأجلها.. عطرته برذاذ ماء الورد والليمون
لن تأتي .. سأنقل زهرة الأوركيد من جهة اليمين الى اليسار لكي أعاقبها على نسيانها
غطيتُ مرآة الجدار بمعطفي كي لا أرى إشعاع صورتها فأندم
قلتُ: أنسى ما اقتبستُ لها من الغزل القديم، لأنها لا تستحقُّ قصيدةً حتى لو مسروقةً... ونسيتُها، وأكلتُ وجبتي السريعة واقفاً وقرأتُ فصلاً من كتاب مدرسيّ عن كواكبنا البعيدة وكتبتُ، كي أنسى إساءتها، قصيدة هذه القصيدة.."

متل هالإيام قلبك كسر قلبي
متل هالإيام صابو العمى قلبي
ما عم إسمعلو دقاتو
ولا بتعنيلي حياتو
شو بيسوى قلبي والعالم يا عمري
وإنت منك جواتو