كلام فاضي

tasbihsays

in the mood for someone to be gentle and sweet with me

*feels intense dirty capitalist pleasure over acquiring a new material object* my father karl will forgive me because I have a retail kink and kinks are protected even under communism

My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:

Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.

this is a love story 

This account is so beneficial.

Duaas are weapons.

— (via liversoul)

“No one finds the scent of Yūsuf, except he who has the hope of Yaʿqūb.”

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Me right now. And dammit, it sucks.

I will literally never believe your 20s are meant to be the prime of your life. The years immediately following your adolescence? When you’re entrenched in the battlefields of un/learning, healing, and growing? Yeah right

— (via aazizam)