And she laughed… looking around. ‘What are you looking for?’ he asked.
‘I wanted to show you’, she paused to reach over to the table with a smirk. ‘I am the same shade as this brown paper bag!’
life reaches a flatline
and you need to bury it.
And go on.
And then we truly lose
All the trickles
That make up memory.
I renounce you! … Is an obscure way of taking freedom.
… And the radio comes alive with your voice.
No more 8000 KM’s of static and silence.
i don’t have enough hate to hate you with. The mere fact that you exist supercedes that, she thought quietly sipping on her earl grey tea.
This could use more sugar… stirring in 2 teaspoons worth. Come to think of it. Life could use some sweetness, instead of a bitter past that constantly resurfaces. Movies make it seem so simple that even pain has become a cliche.
We often try,
to be strong,
all we need to do is accept
we are humanly fragile.
And we’re all not built the same,
flesh blood bones
are all of us.
i love the way shivers tingle.
Shivers from cold and warmth
not shivers from fear
And the wind whipped her hijab into her eyes, there’s never a nice time for your hijab to do a marylin monroe , when you’re walking across the street. pursing her lips tersely, contemplating hijabi problems. And then…. her hijab pin fell of and she unravelled.
“My hands are the safest you will ever be in”
because men are the best actors.