“The Thinker Commits Wrongdoing, The Poet Lies, And The Rebel Tires.”

Somehow, into every night of my lives, i look up and find myself drowned there, into the space of stars and secrets. Like everybody, I have many problems with me and with other people. But into that unknown home up there, nothing really looks like it matters, nothing at all. If your father is gone, if your mother is sick, if no one could understand you in anyway, if you’re falling for your bestfriend but they dont really love you back, if Isis is haunting your country, if you’re questing your sexuality……and many other ifs. Belive me, when you look up, nothing would matter, nothing at all. So, just for one night of your one and only life, look up and forget every thing, who you are or what youre gonna be, forget. Because these things won’t last forever, niether will you.

La illaha ilAllahu, waHdahu la shareeka lahu, lahul Mulku, wa lahul Hamd, wa Huwa ala kulli shaiy'in Qadeer

‘None has the right to be worshipped except Allah, alone, without partner, to Him belongs all sovereignty and praise, and He is over all things omnipotent.’  La ilaha illal-lah, wahdahu la shareeka lah, lahul-mulku walahul-hamd, wahuwa AAala kulli shay-in qadeer.

Dexter // Limitless – Parallels

Avalanche Lake

When a hot alien steals your heart…

”I am still alive.”

*On this day, eight years ago, Palestinian Poet Mahmoud Darwish passed away.

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

George Eliot (via feellng)

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