I always remain a girl amazed. In the years between you could have had your pick, still you chose me. Such poetic fate only God could have orchestrated. And here I am cradling your curly head of hair, watching you deep in slumber, smiling so peacefully in my arms. Your warm hands enveloping mine. How could I look away, how could I fall asleep willingly? Each breath you take is so precious. Our...
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together...– Ernest Hemingway (via seabois) We are.
poems spilling from your lips your dancing velvet fingertips
unicornology: “Most of us have experienced being on the edge of joy only to be overcome by vulnerability and thrown into fear. Until we can tolerate vulnerability and transform it into gratitude, intense feelings of love will often bring up the fear of loss. If I had to sum up what I’ve learned about fear and joy, this is what I would say: The dark does not destroy the light; it defines it. It’s...
conflictingheart: Do not let a moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats thousands of times a day and that there are enough gallons of blood to make every one of us an ocean. Do not settle for letting these waves settle and for the dust to collect in your veins. ~ Anis Mojgani
Sometimes I breathe you in and I know you know.– Tori Amos (via kari-shma)
Ya Allah, if it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day.– Warsan Shire (via imaan-daar)
I sat watchful at the gate of my heart, and let no one except God in.– Imam ’Alī b. Abī Ṭālib [as] (via shi3iya)
I want to locate a bit of you, cradle it, say: this, there is no word for this.– Jeffrey McDaniel, from “The Offer” (via atomiclanterns)
I go through phases. Some days I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and...– Mary Kate Teske (via farewell-kingdom)
I have so much of you in my heart.– John Keats to Fanny Brawne, 10 July 1819 (via seabois)
syntaxandsemantics: i worry for the young girls with soft eyes and hungry hearts searching for themselves in another’s desire
Regarding the loss of an unborn child, the Prophet...
“By the One in Whose hand is my soul, truly the miscarried child will certainly drag it’s mother with it’s umbilical cord to Paradise, provided one expects recompense.” [Ibn Majah and Ahmad] I cried. And I can’t stop.
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too...– Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft (via arabarabarab)
My husband: Here, pass me that bag of groceries so I can hold your hand.
Me: No no, it's okay I can handle it.
My husband: Come... Let me have it. It's too heavy for you and I can still carry more.
Me: It's alright, I got this.
My husband: Fine. I'll hold your bum instead.
This is life. Such a beautiful life You’ve blessed me with. And I have nothing to fear. My heart is Yours to have and hold, Yours alone to guard. My love is safe with You, whom has created love itself. All my trust, all my soul. All Yours. I love you Allah.
That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear...– Andrea Gibson (via thatkindofwoman)
Did you know that when you fell in love with The Saddest Girl in the World, you changed the sky? It was always for her a sea of gray. The clouds held heavy tears and thunder rumbled constantly, yet this was her peace and God felt close in the darkness. It’s always so easy to turn to God in despair. She knew that much and was comfortable in the Sadness. But then you came. A Boy. Just you,...
I want you because there aren’t any good words for who you are. The only ones...– Mila Jaroniec (via reckoneradiohead)