𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻

دَع عنكَ تبريرَ الجِراح ونَزفهَا مَن كُنتَ غالٍ عِندهُ لَن يوجِعَك.

It’s weird how I can feel okay and still nothing ever feels right.

I miss the days when small accomplishments made me proud

The love we had for each other was a wounded bird we saw on the road, we nursed it together until it was ready to fly, and you flew with it. I stayed on the ground.

as long as i have a heart, you will have a home.

I think I’ve written more than I've spoke.

The way I love doesn't fit in this generation.

I used to prefer texting over calling but now I just prefer being unreachable.

‏اللَّهُمَّ صَلِّ وَسَلِّمْ عَلَى نَبِيِّنَا مُحَمَّدٍ ﷺ .

In my era of giving up on people, no more seeing the best in them, no more excusing their behaviour, I accept you as you are and reject you.

Hugging someone who actually loves me might heal something in me.

“you look stressed”, yeah sorry, my brain has been trying to kill me a Little more than usual recently.

They hate it when you serve unbothered daughter who matches the energy she receives.

I’m far away from the people I used to call home, and even farther from the version of me that believed they once cared.