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Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.
didn’t want safe. I wanted someone who made my heart pound like getting stuck out in the rain, drifting at sea without a home. Someone who gave me the same thrill as being reckless and taking risks.
Fashion is showing people who you are on the inside because most of them never bother to look past the packaging.
Love is the most expensive thing you’ll ever own. You pay for it with grief, tears, and a piece of your soul, but in return, you receive happiness, memories, and life.”
I didn’t believe in perfect, but I believed in lagom. It meant right, but not necessarily perfect. And in a world filled with devious lies, it was a truth I latched onto.
“Perfection is unattainable. It’s stained by the suffering required to chase it. Perfect is something you think with your head. Lagom is something you feel with your heart.”
When I loved a book, I didn’t read it once. I read it over and over again—until the pages fell off, until I could anticipate the words before I read them, until they sunk into me and melted inside my bones in a way that never happened with books I’d only read once.
Ya’aburnee is Arabic for you bury me. It is the hope that you will die before your one true love because you cannot bear to live without them.
