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لا تُفقد السماء صوتك، كن عبداً إذا دعا تعرفه الملائكة فتقول : يا رب صوتٌ معروف من عبد معروف Do not let the heavens miss your voice, be a servant whom the angels recognise when you supplicate, you utter your demands and they say "Our Lord, it is a well known voice from a well known slave" ‏-

i am an overly emotional unemotional clingy but distant private person who likes to overshare at any moment and i'm still trying to figure out how that works.

i am an overly emotional unemotional clingy but distant private person who likes to overshare at any moment and i'm still trying to figure out how that works.

There is love in holding on and there is love in letting go.

“If you cannot benefit, then do not harm. If you cannot bring joy, then do not bring distress. If you cannot praise, then do not blame.”

- Yahya ibn Mu’adh, may Allah have mercy on him,

{Tanbīh al-Ghāfilīn 1/165}

عَنْ أبي الليث السمرقندي عَنْ يَحْيَى بْنِ مُعَاذٍ الرَّازِيِّ قَالَ رحمه الله إِنْ لَمْ تَنْفَعْهُ فَلَا تَضُرُّهُ وَإِنْ لَمْ تَسُرُّهُ فَلَا تَغُمُّهُ وَإِنْ لَمْ تَمْدَحْهُ فَلَا تَذُمَّهُ

1/165 تنبيه الغافلين

One conversation could fix so many problems just by listening and being honest to each other

im really just thinking of being young and believing that getting older means coming into the Secrets™ of being and then getting older and realising maybe there are no secrets. only being. but anyway.

insisting on the magic in the mundane really is the only, only way to get through this life with some fragment of your sanity intact

when i think about this, i don’t think i mean it in the sense of “this rundown car park is hideous so i’m going to transform it in my mind and make it grand”, i mean it more in the sense “this rundown car park is hideous but the three dandelions growing out of that cracked patch of tarmac look like a sunburst”. i mean it in that…it’s not so much eclipsing or erasing the drab and ordinary for something brighter, but rather holding it in tandem with whatever brief moment of beauty you find there and allowing them both to exist simultaneously. the car park is hideous and the jauntiest dandelions are blooming there, the footpath is falling apart and the setting sun on the cracks turns it all into a 5 minute river delta, that lamppost is rusted beyond belief, and a solitary blackbird sits perched like a warbling prince on top of it, etc., etc.,…..you know?

shutting in. 

heather havrilesky // “last one up”, paul oxborough // from a letter to theo van gogh, vincent van gogh // on the beach at night alone (2017), dir. sang-soo hong // shauna niequist

ANIS MOJGANI x ALEXANDER HARDING

‘For Those Who Can Still Ride In An Airplane For The First Time’, spoken word, uploaded on Youtube on 20 Apr. 2009;

Visible Light series (2010), photography

insisting on the magic in the mundane really is the only, only way to get through this life with some fragment of your sanity intact

Jammu and Kashmir. Srinagar. 1999. Dal Lake. © Steve McCurry/Magnum Photos

maybe if you bundled yourself up and went for a walk out in the cold then came back inside with rosy cheeks and cool skin and warmed yourself up with a nice warm cup of herbal tea with honey maybe then you'd calm down