𝐖𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐰

Love, the poet says, is woman’s whole existence.

You said you could save me from everything, love, but can you save me from myself? Can you save me from the prison of my thoughts? Can you find every knot of my sorrow and untie it from me? Can you? Can you?

August really slipped away.

What do you mean my aura is unsettling? I am a normal girl.

I miss yall

I don't fear being rejected. I fear being seen completely and still not being enough.

I feel like I'm just a candle without a thread, I just melt and don't light up anywhere.

Depression feels like being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

She was the still point of the turning world.

حسيت شكلها غريب ورسمتها غريبة لكن بعد أنقطع الضي أكتشفت أنها تضوي وشكلها قمر ضاوي في الظلام

A gift from Italy 🤍

They romanticized the wrong organ, the stomach is more emotional than the heart.

Anything from my past was AI.

What if I never get better? What if this is all I am??

I love the part of having a crush where it turns into a borderline psychosis.

Always kind because I know how cold that bathroom floor is.

علي من تريد تلوم كان الشمعه ذابت سببها خيط منها فيها؟