Habiba's

Eat food from farmers markets.
Drink good tea each morning.
Read books that make you feel.
Paint, even if you’re awful.
Write, even when you have nothing to say.
Sit in the fresh air outside.
Go on hikes.
Swim in lakes and wade in streams.
Sleep as long as you need.
Work hard at what you love.
Work hard at what you hate.

Love unconditionally and wholeheartedly.

morning guys, i’m just siting here at the training with no clue what i’m gonna do, i mean yeah i have the materials to read but i needed to say hi here first :D 
Have a nice day you all <3 

morning guys, i’m just siting here at the training with no clue what i’m gonna do, i mean yeah i have the materials to read but i needed to say hi here first :D 

Have a nice day you all <3 

Name five random things about yourself and then pass it on to your ten favorite followers. I was tagged by la-grandissima-signorina 

okay here we go: 


1. I just discovered i love taking long walks.

2. yesterday I caught myself dancing with no reason for the first time in a  while. 

3. I used to eat my nails, right now i’m actually typing with normal looking nails. it seems like i no longer feel stressed as I used to feel. 

4. I can never remember what my face looks like.

5. I’m not very patient and i constantly wait for things to happen faster. 

 

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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to figure it’s going to be a long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.

– Haruki Murakami (via ephe)

A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.

But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time.

Safe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About You | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

أكتر حاجه بتبينلك إنت إتغيرت قد إيه هي لما تقابل ناس كنت تعرفهم زمان وخدوا حته منك ومشيوا. لما بتقابلهم تاني ويحاولوا يرجعولك الحتة الي ناقصة وتفتكر كنت عامل أزاي زمان بتحس كأنكم بتتكلموا عن شخص ثالث مابقاش إنت. بتحاول ترجع الحته إلي خدوها معاهم بس مابقاش ليها مكان وإنت مش عارف تفضيلها مكان، بقيت مليان بحتت تانيه مختلفة كتير والمكان الفاضي مابقاش يشبهلها خلاص. و في نفس الوقت إنت مش عارف تعمل بيها إيه. حاجه منك مش عارف ترجعها ومش عارف الناس دول هيفضلوا قاعدين شوية عشان يفضلهم مكان جواك مع الوقت ولا هيفضلوا حد غريب معاه حته منك. 

all these poems about people leaving and not one
about how I convinced myself to stay.
I know what you want to hear-
that I slayed the dragon and swallowed my demons
and laughed in the face of my nightmares
and lived happily ever after-
but the truth is much more ordinary.
the truth is I breathe through the pain
even on the days it whistles between my ribs
on every inhale every exhale
and I celebrate like hell on the days it doesn’t make a sound.

– Fortesa Latifi - the d word is the elephant in the room (via madgirlf)

100HappyDays, Day #93: Went to music listening session at Abed’s, it felt like some kind of therapy. it was amazing and i really enjoyed my time there.   100HappyDays, Day #93: Went to music listening session at Abed’s, it felt like some kind of therapy. it was amazing and i really enjoyed my time there.  

100HappyDays, Day #93:
Went to music listening session at Abed’s, it felt like some kind of therapy. it was amazing and i really enjoyed my time there.