hey do u wanna lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling and listen to raindrops by shamrain with me sometime
لا أستجدي في ظِلال الشَك دفئًا، ولا أرتضي المودة إن جاءت مُغلَّفة بالرِّيبة. إن الوفاء الذي لا يُشرِق كالشَمس سَرابٌ لا يَروي حَنين الفُؤاد، وما كُنت يومًا ممَن يَرتَضون بالنَصف، إمّا وضوحٌ يُضيء الظَلام، أو جَلاءٌ لا يُبقي أثَرًا
this song feels like a hug and a reminder that things will get better open.spotify.com/track/1VUtc…
i’m not afraid of being lost. we all wander off from time to time. it’s the fear of never quite finding myself that keeps me up at night
sylvia plath, the bell jar
un homme qui dort (1974)
“you learn how to walk like a man alone, to stroll, to dawdle, to see without looking, to look without seeing. you learn the art of transparency, immobility, inexistence.”









