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  • "Delete her number.

    Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

    Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

    She loves you.

    She has been in love with you for too long.

    So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

    Forget her.

    Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

    Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

    Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

    What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

    Doggedly loyal to you.

    That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reach out to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

    She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

    Right now.

    But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later."

    Lauren Hooper  (via rabbrakha)

    (Source: laurenhooper, via euphoricemmz)

  • volaream:

hoodjab:

A Greek doctor has photographed an extremely rare moment during a birth, showing a baby still encased inside the amniotic sac after it has been removed from the mother’s body.
Because the sac had not been punctured, Dr Tsigris said the baby did not even realise it had been born and behaved as if it was still inside the mother’s womb.
The doctor said there was no risk to the baby as it was still feeding off the placenta and would begin to breathe as soon as the sac was broken.

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    volaream:

    hoodjab:

    A Greek doctor has photographed an extremely rare moment during a birth, showing a baby still encased inside the amniotic sac after it has been removed from the mother’s body.

    Because the sac had not been punctured, Dr Tsigris said the baby did not even realise it had been born and behaved as if it was still inside the mother’s womb.

    The doctor said there was no risk to the baby as it was still feeding off the placenta and would begin to breathe as soon as the sac was broken.

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  • "Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it’s the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open."

    Forman, Gayle - 
    Where She Went (via volaream)

    (Source: quotes-shape-us, via volaream)

  • http://volaream.tumblr.com/post/96132006152/khaledcantfly-wanna-know-what-love-is-love-is

    khaledcantfly:

    Wanna know what love is?

    Love is crying with laughter as your mom yells at you, cause hey at least she’s talking to you now.

    Love is being silent when your brother cries out to you in need, because to answer is to enable him.

    Love is turning away when all you want to do is…

  • "You wanted so badly for him
    to be a good prayer you could
    tell your mother about it,
    and you wanted so badly for him to be
    the good days where it was easy to breathe
    and dance and love like you meant it.
    But he’s just the ache in your knees now,
    and you’ve got poison underneath your tongue,
    and you’re waiting to kiss him one last time,
    and you’re waiting to ruin him.
    But everyday ends the same,
    and you’re left wondering where to
    put the relics left behind from
    the timelines you loved him in.
    You used to expand like a universe
    without apology,
    and now you are breaking limbs
    trying to make room for the
    ghosts you let come back from the dead.
    You brave, brave thing.
    One day, you’re going to
    stop leaving the door open
    for people who only know how
    to keep leaving,
    and you’re not going to be sorry for it
    ever again."

    Y.Z, we’re all still learning (via rustyvoices)

    (via euphoricemmz)

  • "Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."

    Unknown (via noirdunuit)

    (Source: earthtojea, via tenth-of-june)

  • "You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life."

    Unknown (via psych-facts)

    (via harllss)

  • charlottegreen:

i’m so in love with this. i can’t even. ah. my favourite feeling in the world is putting your head beneath the water and entering an entirely different place, so peaceful, so quiet. what i miss more than anything when i’m living away from the ocean is being able to duck under and leave all my worries on the surface.

    charlottegreen:

    i’m so in love with this. i can’t even. ah. my favourite feeling in the world is putting your head beneath the water and entering an entirely different place, so peaceful, so quiet. what i miss more than anything when i’m living away from the ocean is being able to duck under and leave all my worries on the surface.

    (via pinklipstiiick)

  • "هل رأيت كماناً استحال يوماً سلاحاً؟ أو سمعت بموسيقيّ فجر نفسه بعد أن غرس ديناميتاً بـ.. فمه ليتناثر بعدها أشلاءً ونوتاً..؟ أو أن جمعاً من العازفين تحلّقوا بعد البروفات ليخططوا لفعلٍ ينتهك الحياة..؟ تخيل معي أن مارسيل خليفة مهتم بصنع قنبلة بدائية أطلق عليها اسم “طفل وطيارة”! أو أن فيروز فخخت نفسها ذات صباح ثم صرخت بأغنيتها قبل أن تتمزق: “مش فارقة معاي”..! هل من المحتمل أن تجد صورة زياد الرحباني مبتسماً ضمن المطلوبين على قوائم إرهاب البشر وقد كتب فوق رأسه “أنا مش كافر”؟.. أن يوزع طلال مداح الكُره على العالم وهو يغني “أنا راجع أشوفك”.. أو أن تميت “رسايل” محمد عبده الإنسان فينا..؟
    عنّي، لم أشعر يوماً بعد سماعي للحن جميل أن علي أن ألتفت لمن بجانبي بوجهٍ يكاد ينفجر تشدداً قائلاً: “هيا، علينا أن نقطف رأس شخص لا يشبهنا بمكان آخر في هذا العالم اللعين”.. لا يمكن أن تفعل الموسيقى بالحياة قبحاً كهذا، فهي تنزع فتيل البغض، تؤسس لحالة من السلم الإنساني، تحاول جاهدة التوسط بين صراعاتنا التي نرتكبها على الدوام.. هي الفعل النادر المتفق عليه بين البشر.. لذا يا صديقي، الكرنفال الذي تحتفل فيه بوأد الفن لن يغير من توق الإنسان تلقائياً نحوه منذ عهود أغنياته الأولى، واستعراضك حين تجتمع مع صحبك المهتمين بتجميع الآلات الموسيقية لتكسيرها على الملأ ومطالبتهم بالتكبير معك وكأنك تصنع مجداً لن يبدل من تذوقهم للإبداع.. آلة العود المسكينة التي سحقتها تحت قدميك مبتهجاً، ليست مذنبة، والمشاكل التي تعتقدها لا دخل لما ترتكبه من تحطيم بحلها.. ما تعتقده أنت من بطولات صنعتها حين خلقت عدواً وهمياً لتمارس عليه حربك هي: وهم.. ليست أبعد من ذلك."

    لا تؤذي الموسيقى أحداً، فيصل العامر (via seven-minds)

  • ifimeanalottoyou:

    Drugs Under The Microscope

    (via euphoricemmz)

  • "If each time you think of me your first word is “dearest”, I don’t want your second word. Or any other words."

    Virginia Woolf, from letter to Vita Sackville-West, 20 March 1927 (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

    (via 2amconversations)

  • "People don’t always want to be with people. It gets tiring."

    (via no6frahnocry)

    (Source: feellng, via ggeishaa-xx)

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