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reinedeboheme:

The 2012 World Press Photo of the year by Samuel Aranda for The New York Times.
A woman holding a wounded relative during protests against President Saleh in Yemen

reinedeboheme:

The 2012 World Press Photo of the year by Samuel Aranda for The New York Times.

A woman holding a wounded relative during protests against President Saleh in Yemen


16 notes | Reblog | 3 months ago

I took my hijab off

Because I thought there was more to life than what I already had.


There isn’t.


My mom just laid her head on my shoulder for the very first time

I’d sell out the entire planet for this moment.


Allah yishfiki ya rohi. Never, ever take your parents for granted. Ever.


1 note | Reblog | 5 months ago
fun night with fantastic company<3 

fun night with fantastic company<3 


3 notes | Reblog | 5 months ago
fuckyeahgleelove:

morsintravit:

“She came home from the hospital after her father passed covered in tears. I started crying and kept asking her, ‘What can I do for you? Tell me how I can help’ And she looked up at me and said ‘Just hold me cause you’re the only thing that can fix me right now.’”
Chris Martin on the inspiration for “Fix You”

brb sobbing
&lt;333333333333333

fuckyeahgleelove:

morsintravit:

“She came home from the hospital after her father passed covered in tears. I started crying and kept asking her, ‘What can I do for you? Tell me how I can help’ And she looked up at me and said ‘Just hold me cause you’re the only thing that can fix me right now.’”

Chris Martin on the inspiration for “Fix You”

brb sobbing

<333333333333333


23,833 notes | Reblog | 5 months ago

You’re the kind of guy that would love the me I really want to be. Except I’ll never be that and I know you cant settle for what I am right now. Humph.


Anonymous asked: Hello. Maybe figure out what caused this lack of confidence and change tht? Clearly you werent this way in highschool. It's okay to want to be noticed. But what do u want to be noticed for? Sex? Your music? Your writing? One thing I know Is that the minute you truly stop caring about being noticed, is when people start noticing you.

No, I didn’t take off my hijab to get laid (in fact, I had way more guys approach me when I was hijabi). And my music/writing would be more noticeable if I wore hijab, too. I was that way in high school, which is why I let people walk over me. I don’t know why, hence that blog post.


"

We just move in and out of each other’s lives

and that’s the new handshake we learn

in charm school after they teach us how to hide

our text messages, and email accounts, and lists

of partners because the number

is too high and private and won’t get us laid

by a man we might want to marry.

"


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What I just don’t understand

How this heart works. The reasons behind my insecurities. My self confidence. I grew up with compliments thrown aimlessly everywhere I went— and I always feel everything but beautiful.

A friend asked me for the first time today why I took off my hijab. “I want to feel pretty, I want people to check me out, to notice me.” 

Saying it out loud made me feel/look so incredibly pathetic. But it’s the truth. I wore Hijab for ten years, kids in high school used to try and yank it off of my head— none of that stopped me, but lack of confidence did?

I feel so far away from God and who I’m supposed to be. I feel like a headless chicken just running around the place.

I also don’t understand why I’m not studying for my finals and why I’m awake right now.



5 notes | Reblog | 5 months ago
Basically.

Basically.



42 notes | Reblog | 5 months ago

Normal Guy: Hi
Me: Hi how are you!
Cute Guy: Hi
Me: kuhgu sjfh skjd!

majeedah asked: you got them gaged? but then you wont be able to wear normal earrings ever....what if you regret it? i say dont do it...but watch you pull em off. lol i miss you, btw <3

People say that they close up after a while if they’re not gaged TOO much— but yeah I don’t think I’m brave enough anyway *weep*

VERE ARE YOUUUU i never see you:(


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