فـُرات

بنت شادية.

mashallahblog:

The Djerbahood project gathers 100 artists from 30 countries to paint the streets and walls of Erriadh, a village in Djerba, Tunisia. The aim of this project is to transform the village into an open-air gallery of art, during July and August. Here are some of our favorite graffitis.

(via thiswillnotlast)

(Source: yrsadaleyward, via nayyirahwaheed)

When it is but it aint


Some of us love badly. Sometimes the love is the type of love that implodes. Folds in on itself. Eats its insides. Turns wine to poison. Behaves poorly in restaurants. Drinks. Kisses other people. Comes back to your bed at 4am smelling like everything outside. Asks about your ex. Is jealous of your ex. Thinks everyone a rival. Some of us love others badly, love ourselves worse. Some of us love horrid, love beastly. Love sick love anti light. Sometimes the love can’t go home at night, can’t sleep with itself cannot contain itself, catches fire, destroys the belly, strips buildings, goes missing. Punches. Smashes heirlooms. Tells lies. The best lies. Fucks around. Writes poems, impresses people. Chases lovers into corners. Leaves them longing. Sea sick. Says yes. Means anything but. Tricks the body. Kills the body. Dances wild and walks away, smiling.

Me:I should do something with my life
Me:*opens tumblr*

"The All-Seeing" by Anaïs Nin (via limb-of-satan)

'I feel that other people are sewn together loosely, naturally, with a space in between the stitches for breathing. I am sewn too tightly, with too many stitches overlapping, so that I suffocate.'

Albert Camus (via miles-to-go-before-sleep)

(via miles-to-go-before-sleep)

I’ve seen of enough of people who die for an idea. I don’t believe in heroism; I know it’s easy and I’ve learned it can be murderous. What interests me is living and dying for what one loves.

Lavon Curtis (via cavum)

(Source: spiritualseeker, via no-oneeverdoes)

For almost 18 years you’re taught to sit down, shut up, and raise your hand. Then you have to decide what you’re going to do for the rest of your life.

From In the Woods by Tana French (via felicefawn)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via wastedellia)

I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn’t find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.

duplication:

studies show its always my fault

(Source: duplication, via no-oneeverdoes)

Side Effects (2013) dir. Steven Soderbergh (via larmoyante)

Imagine everything you ever wanted shows up one day and calls itself your life. And then just when you start to believe in it - gone. And suddenly it gets very hard to imagine a future. That’s depression, right?
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