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Broken; But Trying to Be Whole
Even though we’re broke; even though sadness dampens the skies, and shards of our heart lay broken around us - somehow, in some way we learn to smile.
Things will always be broken. We, will always be broken. I don’t know if a fix exists for all the problems we have, and face. But maybe that’s the whole point? Not to sit on the couche, tired and exhausted - but to continue to wage the war within our selves. Our angels and demons. Our mistakes and the consequences. To come to terms with what we think are our faults - but in reality are just facts we need to learn to live with. Almost as if life is trying to tell us who we are; as if life is teaching us how to live with ourselves
Risks of Falling.
I hate the feeling.
You know you shouldn’t be having those feelings, you keep telling yourself to stop. But you can’t. You just get drawn further and further into the person. Some days you’re like “no, I got this” but then you see them and well… that’s the end of that thought process.
I have someone stuck in my head and they won’t leave. It’s been well over a month. I’m starting to wonder if I have a crush - I really don’t want to though.
Not with this person. Not when it could risk so much….
I’m really afraid of losing people.
With God’s blessings and hard work I’ve made such a wonderful place for myself, I’m afraid it’ll shatter and I’ll end up back where I started.
The Passage of Time
The passing of time seems to change so much… I know I’ve written about it a few times, but it seems it doesn’t ever hit you how much things can change.
When no one / nothing but 90’s pop music understands how you feel.
It annoys the crap outta me when mothers tell their daughters to learn how to cook………
Dafuq. Manz should man up and cook for themselves.
This whole woman-wife-slave relationship I will never understand. It’s like the holy trinity of south-Asian marriages.
Or the whole “you should be pale” as fuck to get married thing. I like em in every shade thanks.
Hanami - The Japanese custom of enjoying the beauty of cherry blossoms
I’ve had a lot of time to think lately. Since I finished my second year at university nearly two weeks ago I’ve done nothing since but enjoy my free time.
Prayers for Pakistan
Taliban is winning. They have successfully caused havoc across the country; before the May 11th elections they are trying to destroy the very foundations of the country by bombing key locations and political offices. The political parties are fighting amongst one another and we stand divided. Divided, as the country falls to ruin.
The Start of Summer ~
With lots of love, happiness, and smiles - so ends another year of university.
Thank you to everyone who stood by me through it all, thank you to my family and friends, and of course my followers who always prayed for me and/or sent positive energy my way when asked. You’re all amazing and I, from the bottom of my heart, wish the world’s greatest blessings unto you.
Last, but never least, thank you God.
Like always: all credit is due to you, only the mistakes are mine.
My heart is actually bleeding for the bombing suspect’s wife and daughter.
Looking at pictures of her and videos of her trying to avoid the media.
I actually can’t take it. I feel like running to her and keeping it all away.
Dear God, please please please give her the strength she needs to deal with this terrible tragedy.
How can someone do this? How can you not only kill innocent people, but ruin the life of your wife and child.
God have mercy.
Three exams down, two more goo!
There’s so many broken people out there.
They can’t see how beautiful they are. How beautiful their mistakes make them. How each scar highlights every fall - and that’s not anything to be ashamed of.
The tragedy isn’t the pain that you feel - rather the fact that you can’t see how beautiful that pain has made you…
Homestretch
I’ve opened this text box so many times to write a post - but every time I do I feel so burnt out just looking at it.
I make the worst decisions ever.
Trying to write an essay + Arab music = me jamming in my chair, with no work done.
