it was such a small thing. but the more I didn’t talk about it, the more it grew inside me. now I don’t know where the roots are resting and I don’t know how to get rid of it. my anger has grown a garden around my ribs, and my tears have been silently watering the clump of soil in my heart, my veins keeping them warm.

I have to say that it was beautiful... but I couldn’t breathe. I was drowning in it, vines around my limbs and petals flowing from my lips. I felt like there was nowhere else to turn to. but what could I do? all my life, the hardest thing I’ve been trying to run away from is myself.

ولا أمان لشخصٍ تركنا مرة، فمَن قبل بفِكرة الهُجران ولو لمرة قادر علي تنفيذها ألف مرة.

i always thought, it was hard to handle the pain that others caused.
i was wrong.
no one really hurt me as much as i did to myself.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

All you ever did was make me cry.

عندكم علمم بأنها جميلةة😭😭😭🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"There are many things in life that will catch your eye, but only a few will catch your heart. Pursue these."

Romeo and Juliet by Sergio Cupido