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Aysha. Hopeless Romantic. Hunter College. Allah, friends and family are the greatest. Trying to be like someone else only kills you, so be your beautiful self.

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"Safety lies in silence. It is easier to rectify what you miss by silence, than to secure what you lose by speaking."

Imam Ali (AS)




yes please.


a friendly reminder:
don’t hang out with people that make you feel bad about yourself


Qom / Iran


Taj Mahal, India



boys get really hot and bothered when sexting and im probably laughing during it and eating macaroni 

Good Vibes HERE


Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.


Another Piece About You  (via thefourthandfrattiest)