Sometimes things have to get worse, in order to get better. Almost there.
The winter had passed And the spring has come We have withered And our hearts are bruised from longing. Baby don’t leave me I know you still love me Why…
But perhaps, as I have always come to learn time and again: I need to be my own savior.
picture credits to: wiki.d-addicts.com/Wild_Romance I wrote a halftime review of this particular series a few weeks ago – or has it been a month? – previously here and as promised…
Seriously? What. The. FUCK. That’s all. Goodbye.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JI-o25K6B-E&ob=av2e
\\ Tears stream, Down your face, When you lose something you cannot replace;
(But if you never try, then you’ll never know – just what you’re worth)
My dearest friend, the former deskmate, said (wrote) something ridiculously thought-provoking, such wonderful young Muslim woman she strives to be now and her wisdom; Masyallah, I’m amazed. She tells me,…
One can be the most loved in the world – and yet, still the loneliest person. Ah, this misery; surely it has elsewhere to go.
I am afraid that if my answer is anything and everything but Allah s.w.t, it speaks of how incredibly lost I feel at this point in time.
Once, when I was sixteen I confessed to the former soul-sister, my desire of wanting to run for the Head Girl position. Not because I think I have much to…
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