"I would say I love you
But saying it out loud is hard
So I won’t say it at all
And I won’t stay very long”

khaste-irooni:

Iran

khaste-irooni:

Iran

maza-dohta:

Words are rarely
what falls from our tongue;

they are pieces of muscle
held beneath the eyes,
the nose, the brow.

Words are what
the face uses to mask
what we really meant to say. 

— © 2013 Maza-Dohta 

(Source: ittaqillah)

Sometimes the grief was nearby, waiting, just barely held back, and I could ignore it for a while. But at other times it was like a cup that was always full and kept spilling over.
Lydia Davis, Can’t and Won’t (via anditslove)
Swimming light, will you come now?
Paul Celan, With Letter and Clock (via czarkoschei)

(Source: camilla-macauley, via xuxanov)

telmatheque:

Beirut by Gabrielle Basilico

(Source: , via slouchingtowardsbeirut)

(Source: captain-majed, via bilad)

ishq-ast-abalfazl:

it’s another lie u get when u’re told that Paris is the city of Love. 

ishq-ast-abalfazl:

it’s another lie u get when u’re told that Paris is the city of Love.