Note to self: before reading any of these..view as someone from the future,,not past,not present.. |
So old, seeing it still living the cliche out of it~ |
i am a muslimah,..and YEAH! I LOVE IT!
" And of mankind are some who take (for worship) others beside Allah as rivals (to Allah). They love them as they love Allah. But those who believe, love Allah more (than anything else). If only, those who do wrong could see, when they will see the torment, that all power belongs to Allah and that Allah is Severe in punishment "Holy Quran, Al Baqarah:2
Note to self: before reading any of these..view as someone from the future,,not past,not present.. |
So old, seeing it still living the cliche out of it~ |
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Labels: an autobiography, goldilocks moment
if a picture speaks 1000 words, what would a collage spoke of? |
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Labels: building staircase
..or second text would be Emptiness |
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Labels: monologue
enjoying |
moody |
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Labels: monologue
THE WASTE!~ |
credits to Liyana Alya, a friend an akhwat would always proud of~ |
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Labels: building staircase
Suzanne Vega - Tom's Diner
Do do do do do...
I am sitting in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in
Do do do do do...
It is always nice to see you
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them
And instead I pour the milk
Do do do do do...
I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And so I raise my head
Do do do do do...
There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside, does she see me
No, she does not really see me
Cause she sees her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice
That she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair has gotten wet
Do do do do do...
Oh, this rain, it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
Do do do do do...