Fatima Aamer Bilal From, The Heart Beats For Two.

Everybody I ever loved, I still love a little.

Marilyn Monroe to Hedda Hopper, 1961 (via thoughtkick)

im hating my nightdreams, not fulfilling my needs i cant control the action, nor their reaction cant deal being powerless, everythings moving so fast and i just want to wake up

i read so much stuff for uni today,, for my philosophy classes - my mind is so confused and yet so clear; it is truly beautiful to gain knowledge

in fact i believe that the source for unhappiness and confusion is only having superficial knowledge while u believe u found the answers to ur questions-

can we take a long ride?

& never arrive anywhere

my meditation is in not having a destination.

i love fall season sm.

what is your etiquette coquette? 

how can impress you?

do u like the sound of my voice when i talk after i laughed?

do u like my lipstick? - it was quite expensive?

do u like my taste of music? - i think its quite special

if u even knew how obsessed i am with the idea to impress u.

etiquette coquette..

what is this?

is it a lifestyle or a prison?

do i express myself or have i locked myself in?

i feel the windbreeze,, the only indication that i aint in a prison, i have the option to be free-

i want to live for myself

even the color of the sky influences the mood -

lisa told me that its not possible to live in a world with no influence at all -

i knew she was right the second she finished her sentence

the mood took me to this conflict of mine & today i know i shouldnt be surprised about peoples power - people talk & influence other people that will also influence other people etc etc etc

why did this confuse me back then?

when even the sound of the wind makes us feel things?

why did it confuse me when even the sound of the rain is heard?

it confused me although the white skies could change my whole mood-

today i know how i act in this world influences others

i say things and they get repeated

i have silent admirers because admirers are always silent

just like i am when i admire someone

the question that remains is whether it is lack of courage, shyness, jealousy or pride that makes us stay silent

lack of courage often is rewritten as pride - just to make it easier for the ego to understand

I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.

Iain S. Thomas (via thoughtkick)

““Sometimes you have to forget who you are to learn who you want to be.” - AJ Saleh, “Nujoom””

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actually if someones got a problem w me, its his problem.

why do i make it my own?