My love language :

“أشعر بكسل الروح، ذلك الكسل الذي يجعل القيام بأي شيء أمرًا تافهًا لا قيمة له، أمرًا صعبًا مهما كان بسيطًا.

you're just searching for what you give and that's the hardest part. Finding a heart that matches your own.

I know this transformation is painful but you’re not falling apart; you’re just falling into something different, with a new capacity to be beautiful.’

The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.

Words are sweet yet they mean nothing without a true effort to prove them.
It's all about actions,
It's about when someone stands by your side, chooses to listen to you, defends you in your absence.
You deserve to be surrounded by people who will be there when they say they will and can fulfill the promises they made.

If I told you “let’s take a picture” then I loved you. Because this is how I keep the ones I love. I keep their photos..

when people leave, photos live..
when people leave, memories stay..

and I would like to keep the ones whom I love, forever..

so, capture every moment with your loved ones!

One of the main reasons I want to be left alone when I'm down is because people most probably end up adding fuel to fire and I would still have to smile at their bullcrap effort

There are a lot of people around me
Why am I still looking for you ?

Fish stay in water all their lives, so when they go out into the air, they suffocate. I'm a fish.

"اليوم بيتي ممتلئٌ بصور الخيول. ومن يزورني لأول مرة يسألني إن كنت فارسًا، بينما الحقيقة الوحيدة هي أنني ما زلتُ أعاني آثار السّقوط من سرج حصان لم أمتطه أبدا. ربما لا يلاحَظ هذا من الخارج، لكن روحي تسيرُ عرجاء منذ سبعين عاما."

- من كتاب الذكريات الصغيرة - جوزيه ساراماجو