EXQUISITE FISH ILLUSTRATIONS BURST WITH FLOWERS BY THE WHITE DEER

I only wear waterproof mascara

To movies, to parties, to places

For I don’t know when some wretched thought would materialize to consume me

And I’ll be sheddding silent tears, pursing me eyes from unknown faces.

Is this me being fragile

Is this me being unfiltered

I don’t know

Aastha G

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.😊 . . #spring #spring2016 #yellow #white #flower #flowerlover #nature #yellowflower #nikon #nikond3200 #nofilter #nikontop #nikonphotography #nikonusa #brooklyn #brooklynnyc #saltmarsh #SaltMarshNatureCenter#wood #nofilters #nofilterneeded (at Salt Marsh Nature Center)

Our story became like a flute, empty and hollow, and sounds sad. أصبحت حكايتنا كالناي، فارغة مجوفة، وصوتها حزين

Shahrazad al-Khalij (via nizariat)

Interviewer: "Do you have a bodyguard?“

Muhammad Ali: "No, I have One bodyguard. He has no eyes though He sees. He has no ears though He hears. He remembers everything with the aid of mind and memory. When He wishes to create a thing, He just orders it to be and it comes into existence, but this order does not convey the words which takes the tongue to form like our sound carries ears. He hears the secrets of those on the quite thoughts. He stops those whom, whose that? That’s God Allah. He’s my bodyguard. He’s your bodyguard. He’s the Supreme, The Wise.”

“If I were a flower…I would be a SUNFLOWERS. To Always Follow the Sun, Turn my back to Darkness, Stand tall, Proud and Straight even with my head full of Seeds.” – #PoetPamStewart . #yellowflower #sunflowers #poetry #poetic #instaphotography #instagram #lovephotography #iphoneogram #iphonegraphy #iphoneography #iphonography #sunflower #yellow #yellowandblack #flowers #flower #fakeflowers #fakeflower #photo #nofilter #inbrooklyn #nofilterneeded #englishpoetry #englishpoem

Love ends when we start laughing about things that made us cry one day. ينتهي الحب عندما نبدأ بالضحك من الأشياء التي بكينا بسببها يوما

(via nizariat)

She changed, but not overnight like in the books. Over years. Slowly and painfully. Sometimes brutally. But she did.

Hira (via hedonistpoet)