I’ve Become At Odds With How Mechanical Life And It’s Expectations May Be. There Is Beauty In The

I’ve become at odds with how mechanical life and it’s expectations may be. There is beauty in the tiny little things that make us human. I hate how prone to irritation we are. Why do we come from such a climate of high temperament. Life is not robotic. People are not machines. Mistakes are made. And really, that’s beautiful. Why would you want a fellow human being to be anything but a human being? We value each other’s emotions and one another’s nuances. We value realness. So why is that so easily compromised in the face of an honest error that an emotional being is capable of. I absolutely hate that we polarize one another and use terms to define eachother. Why do we need to lock others within the confines of a frame to better understand them. That’s one of the most shallow sentiments I could think of. Not a single person deserves to be defined by a moment of neglect. Because we’d hate for that to be done to us. We need to be more human and appreciate what makes others human or else we’re just automated and lifeless.

Haiku: "Man I Used To Be"

I am not here now Memory of the old me Haunting the new me

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isaaima

8 years ago

The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet. She wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and says: ‘Here is your home country.’

Nizar Qabbani (via mesogeios)

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isaaima

9 years ago

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isaaima

6 years ago

“How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.”

— Khalil Gibran

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isaaima

9 years ago

Sometimes I’m like “I wish I was pretty like that” but I’m pretty like me so who cares

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isaaima

6 years ago

Translation: I still believe That a person doesn’t die all at once Instead they die one piece at a time Every time a friend leaves a piece dies Every time a lover deserts us a piece dies And every time a dream of ours is killed a piece dies And then death comes to find all the pieces dead and carries them away ..

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isaaima

8 years ago

کبھی کبھی کسی کو جو بہترین چیز ہم دے سکتے وہ یہ کہ ہم اسے چهوڑ دیں- کبھی کبھی رشتے نبهانے کے لیے دل دکهانے والے سمجهوتے کرنے پڑتے ہیں .

(via esh-q)

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isaaima

9 years ago

ya girl can sense weird vibes from a mile away

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isaaima

9 years ago