نہ کوئی وعدہ نہ کوئی یقین نہ کوئی امید
There was no promise, guarantee or hope
مگر ہمیں تو ترا انتظار کرنا تھا
However, I felt compelled to wait for you
- Firaq Gorakhpuri (فراق گورکھپوری)
God, i don’t want to be stagnant. in this same place next year. introduce me to me. help me to see myself the way that you see me. do whatever you need to do in my life that guides me closer to you. and my destiny. heal my heart so my triggers become my testimonies. add or remove whoever or whatever you need to help me grow spiritually. develop in me the character to not just reach the places we talk about but the character to stay in those places.
find your person and make that shit work no matter what
“That’s why high school, or a crappy job, or any other restrictive circumstance can be dangerous: They make dreams too painful to bear. To avoid longing, we hunker down, wait, and resolve to just survive. Great art becomes a reminder of the art you want to be making, and of the gigantic world outside of your small, seemingly inescapable one. We hide from great things because they inspire us, and in this state, inspiration hurts.”
— One of the best articles I’ve ever read. Rookie Mag. By Spencer Tweedy. (via wildyork)
please prioritize your own health and happiness even when it is inconvenient for others
Surf Ave, Coney Island, 1988





