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araki: this is hermes costello she’s jolyne’s best friend..

me: *softly* h arold

“The storm is out there and every one of us must eventually face the storm. When the storm comes, pray that it will shake you to your roots and break you wide-open. Being broken open by the storm is your only hope. When you are broken open you get to discover for the first time what is inside you. Some people never get to see what is inside them; what beauty, what strength, what truth and love. They were never broken open by the storm. So, don’t run from your pain — run into your pain. Let life’s storm shatter you.” 

~ Bryant McGill

anonymous asked:

Could you write about Neil just looking at Andrew and his eyes soften and is just really gay ? I love your writing ❤️❤️

Neil pauses by the door. It’s rare that he can walk into the apartment without Andrew being alerted by simply the sound of the key in the lock, but some nights, now, he sleeps more heavily than he used to. That’s good, Neil thinks. He feels safe.

Andrew lies with his back to the wall, blankets bunched around his waist, and arms placed so casually around the pillow that it doesn’t quite look like he’s hugging the blanket.  It’s a habit left over from when knives were kept under Andrew’s pillow, Neil knows, but the arm placement is now pure comfort. With his blonde hair out of place, falling over his forehead and the pillow, Andrew almost looks soft. He never looks this unguarded awake.

Neil drops his bag to the floor with a light thud, and Andrew stirs. Neil’s shirt follows, then his jeans, and by the time he’s lifting up the covers to slide into Andrew’s bed, hazel eyes are watching his every moment, alert. “Good morning,” Neil mutters, acknowledging the sunlight that’s streaming through the slightly open curtains.

“Too early,” Andrew responds. It’s not even 5am - Neil’s flight was a later one, and he didn’t manage to get on it until midnight, from an away game. He hasn’t managed to sleep yet. He nods in response.

Andrew traces a finger in an abstract shape on Neil’s shoulder; a ball caught him there earlier, and a bruise must be starting to form. Neil lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding and closes his eyes. He lets himself be lulled to sleep by Andrew’s breath and the heat of his body, mere inches away, finally, finally.

Jubair al Hakim
  • Jubair al Hakim
  • Jubair al Hakim/Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad
  • Assassin's Creed
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Jubair: Why? Why have you done this?

Altaïr: Men must be free to do what they believe. It is not our right to punish one for thinking what they do, no matter how much we disagree.

Jubair: Then what?

Altaïr: You of all people should know the answer. Educate them. Teach them right from wrong. It must be knowledge that frees them, not force.

Jubair: They do not learn, fixed in their ways as they are. You are naive to think otherwise. It’s an illness, for which there is but one cure.

Altaïr: You’re wrong. And that’s why you must be put to rest.

Jubair: Am I not unlike those precious books you seek to save? A source of knowledge with which you disagree? Yet you’re rather quick to steal my life.

Altaïr: A small sacrifice to save many. It is necessary.

Jubair: Is it not ancient scrolls that inspire the Crusaders? That fill Salāḥ ad-Dīn and his men with a sense of righteous fury? Their texts endanger others, bring death in their wake. I too, was making a small sacrifice. It matters little now. Your deed is done, and so am I.

Desbloqueas tu celular, abres WhatsApp y miras tus mensajes. Después vas a tus contactos y hay miles de recuerdos, de amigos que hiciste recientemente, compañeros de la escuela, colegio y hasta gente la cual no sabes ni por qué tienes su número... Pero entre todos ellos hay uno especial, uno por el cual bajas rápido la lista y revisas su foto de perfil y su estado a diario. Esa persona que un día fue tan especial para ti y hoy es sólo un mar de recuerdos. Y al pensar en todo lo vivido, te entran las ganas de hablarle, saber cómo le ha ido, cómo está, saber que ha sido de su vida desde que se alejaron. Pero te limitas a ver su perfil cientos de veces en el día, ahogándote en las ganas de decirle: "te extraño" y no por orgullo, sino por miedo a que esa persona tú le des igual, que tal vez ya no le interesas y que los recuerdos que para ti son hermosos, a él le de igual. Y así siguen pasando los días, las semanas, meses y te quedas con el sentimiento de extrañarlo, por el simple miedo de hablarle y que para él  tú no hayas valido nada.

عَرَفْتُ الهَوى مُذ عَرَفْتُ هواك
وأغْلَقْتُ قَلْبي عَلىٰ مَنْ عَاداكْ
وقُمْتُ اُناجِيـكَ يا مَن تـَرىٰ
خَفايا القُلُوبِ ولَسْنا نراك
أحِبُكَ حُبَيْنِ حُبَ الهَـوىٰ
وحُبْــاً لأنَكَ أهْـل ٌ لـِذَاك
فأما الذي هُوَ حُبُ الهَوىٰ
فَشُغْلِي بذِكْرِكَ عَمَنْ سـِواكْ
وامّـا الذي أنْتَ أهلٌ لَهُ
فَلَسْتُ أرىٰ الكَوْنِ حَتىٰ أراكْ
فلا الحَمْدُ في ذا ولا ذاكَ لي
ولكنْ لكَ الحَمْدُ فِي ذا وذاك
أحِبُكَ حُبَيْنِ حُبَ الهَـوىٰ
وحُبْــاً لأنَكَ أهْـل ٌ لـِذَاك

I came to know love through your love
I’ve closed my heart to all but you
I whispered to you who sees the secrets of hearts
while none of us see you
I love you with two loves, one of passion
and one because it is your due
As for the love of passion
it busies me with your remembrance apart from all but you
As for the love that is your due
it lifts the veils form me until I see you
And I’m not to praise for this or that
But praise is yours for this and that
I love you with two loves, one of passion
and one because it is your due.

—  Rabiʻa al-ʻAdawiyya
In the Heart is a Void...

Ibn Al-Qayyim (رحمه الله) said, “In the heart are disorders that cannot be remedied except by responding to Allah. In it is a desolate feeling that cannot be removed except by intimacy with Him in solitude. In it is sadness which will not leave except by happiness with knowing Him and truthfulness in his dealings. In it is anxiety that is not made tranquil except by gathering for His sake and fleeing to Him from His punishment. In it is a fire of regret which cannot be extinguished except by satisfaction with His commands, prohibitions, and decrees, and embracing patience with that until the time he meets Him. In it is a strong desire that will not cease until He is the only one who is sought. In it is a void that cannot be filled except by His love, turning to Him, always remembering Him, and being sincere to Him. Were a person to be given the entire world and everything in it, that would never fill the void.”

― [(Madarij al-Salikin 3/156)]

كانـت لقلبي أهواءٌ مفرّقــة فاستجمعَتْ مـُذْ راءَتـْك العين أهوائي
فصار يحسدني من كنت احسده وصرتُ مولى الورى مُذْ صرتَ مولائي
ما لامني فيك أحبابي و أعدائي إلّـا لغفلتهم عن عظـم بلوائــــي
تركتُ للناس دنياهم و دينهـم شغلاً بحبـّك يا ديني و دنيائــــي
أشعلتَ في كبدي نارين واحدة بين الضلوع و أخرى بين أحشائــي

My heart had various longings,
but since seeing you, they’ve all become one
My envied mine envier became, and
I became the Lord of mankind, since my lord you became
I left everyone to their world and their religion
busy with my love for you, oh my world and my religion
You lit two fires in my liver:
one between my ribs and the other between my guts.

—  Al-Hallaj