I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. LIke I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself.
—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
Life would be so much better if salwars had pockets
Don’t think being ‘religious’ means becoming harsh or hard. When Allah enters a heart, He softens it—He doesn’t harden it.
—Yasmin Mogahed (via 9940km
Never let salaah go.
My heart is so small
it’s almost invisible.
How can You place
such big sorrows in it?
“Look,” He answered,
“your eyes are even smaller,
yet they behold the whole world.”
—Rumi (via rumiswisdom
Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)
DKNY HAS A RAMADAN COLLECTION!!!!
I wanna meet someone’s who’s going to be like ‘hey wake up I’m taking you on an adventure’
Why does tumblr give you false hope