"Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe."

Andrea Gibson (via kimbooher)

thesmallestactofkindness:

I’m at the hospital with Samira, we’ve been here since 4 in the morning because her contractions were really bad but she still has 3 months before she’s due. Inshallah if you guys can make du’a/prayers that’d be awesome.

You guys are in my prayers <3

"I’m always surprised
how unbalanced I become
when your hand lets go."

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via lacrisalideinversa)

"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic."

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via salamseeker)
A well dressed man is more attractive to me than a shirtless man with a six pack.
swedens: I love this image so much. I’ve seen some women who are offended by this and say it’s ridiculous that her cleavage is showing and things of that sort. Personally, I think it’s great. Why should we have an image of a women with her hair tied up and flexing her muscles like she’s a man? (not that that isn’t great too!) In a way it suggests that when our hair is down, our breasts are visible and we wear (GASP) lipstick, we’re somehow lesser than men? We can do it! We can be feminine and successful. You see what I’m saying here, ladies? You don’t have to lose your femininity. Being feminine is great. Being masculine is great. Strength is not limited to one way of being.

muslim break up lines

grimybear:

it’s not you…it’s allah

at first i was like insha’allah, then i was like hella naw

pray 2 rakat then delete my number

tell your dad to tell my dad it’s over

madeineightyeight: reminder

They Held Hands.

grandpa-amjad:

Her hand rested in his.

His hands were rough, like the side of a mountain.

hers, soft like fresh fallen snow.

Their fingers intertwined. 

Their hands made love.

They felt each others warmth.

They Held Hands.