Imagine Wearing These Boots. I So Badly Want A Pair.

this is so cute, i swear!

"Dunk"

this is so beautiful! there are tears in my eyes!

arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" and "it is not enough to say love in Arabic, you must say 'be the thing that buries me'" could have got jane austen crying and shaking

there’s nothing there! no fair!

new tumblr game: google ur username, go to the images tab, and see what comes up

Top three fave books?

oh, that's such a good question. i love books. i breathe ink on paper. i've bloody read so many. erm, very hard to answer. you're very cruel to ask me of this. i'm sorry if it takes me forever to choose.

however, at the moment, if i was stranded on a desert island with only three books, i would need something that'll keep me always on the edge of my seat like The Girls I've Been by Tess Sharpe, some poetry because i'm not an imbecile so i'd take LOVE HER WILD by Atticus and, maybe something that i could curl up in bed with like Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl.

i'm such a sucker for american books. they're my guilty pleasure. my british literature arse ought to be ashamed because my mother would bloody disown me.

i want to sleep but i got no energy, ya know? so bloody exhausted up to the point that i can’t close my eyes without crying.

how bloody fitting on a sunday afternoon.

don’t you all just love life sometimes?

YOU

Sweetheart, you own me, body and soul.

Promise that you'll fight to hold on. Promise that your hand won't ever slip out of my grasp.

Promise that you'll never let go. Not if you can help it.

Believe it or not, I need you.

More than the air that I breathe. More than the blood in my veins. More than the water that quenches my thirst.

I've needed you everyday since we first met.

I don't know what I'd do if I'd lost you.

It'd destroy me. I would be a shadow of myself, a soulless shell. I'd be nothing without you.

You're important to me.

Please know that.

I couldn't possibly live without you. I can't even fathom it.

Don't you dare tell me that you are not worth my time.

Darling, you're worth every beat of my heart.

Why, my lovely, it only beats for you.

Only you.

BEE KINGSLEY

Hey 👋 if you don't mind me asking do you believe in love at first sight

Hello.

No, I don't mind you asking. Good question, however, because I honestly have never thought about it.

I've not yet had an opportunity to romantically find love in such an instance. But, if you gave me enough time to think about it, I suppose that love at first sight does exist, in a unromantic way.

With my first sibling, my father says that it was love at first sight and that I absolutely adored them from the moment I set eyes on them at the new age of two years old. You could have said that the baby was a belated birthday present. Apparently, my mother often chastised me for kissing the baby’s very delicate skin because it was ever so sensitive. I often got blamed for causing rashes to blossom, especially around the forehead or under the eyes. If only the idiot could have seen how much I loved them so when they were a baby.

I first fell in love platonically when I was eleven when I met my first friend. I guess you could have called it love at first sight because all I remember about meeting her for the first time was that I would do anything to be the best friend she could have ever have. Thankfully, she saw that and took a chance on me, a child who had never truly understood friendship until then. I love her very much and even though we are complete opposites in looks and personalities, I see her as a sister. We try and talk to each other over the phone once a week.

Even though it would say the opposite about me, the poor thing, it was true love at first sight when I first saw the violin. I just fell in love with it. At eight years old, I was convinced that I'll be playing until my fingers become obsolete. My first violin, even though it's too small for me to play comfortably, is one of my most beloved possessions. It now lives with my mother in the crawl space underneath my old bunk bed and I still refuse to let her throw it out. It has been a while since I last picked up a bow but I think I could still play one of my exam pieces from memory. All I know about romance is heartache, unfortunately. I could tell you all about that instead. I know broken hearts more than I know about unbroken ones. I’m sorry.

Did I successfully manage to answer your question?

I'm still young, who knows? Someone might surprise me in the future.

and then she complains i’m too much like her, while refusing to wash the dishes because it would ‘ruin her nails’. like, dude, wear a pair of rubber gloves.

my mom didn’t raise a quitter. she raised a perfectionist who’s so afraid of failing they don’t start anything to begin with

So, I have thick desi waves for hair and, omg. baby, don't even get me started on how much of a hassle it is to sleep in it.

It used to be down to my butt, but I managed to lob it to my biceps.

First, I brush my hair and almost go bald in the process, tie my hair back with a strong fluffy black hair bobble and then plait it relatively loose.

Then I tie it off with my reliably strong, but simple, red hair bobble.

And I would leave my hair like this until the very last moment before I go to bed. I take out the fluffy hair bobble, put my head on my pillow and go to sleep - all with the red bobble in place.

I would wake up the following morning with a good enough hairdo to be comfortable out of the house.

The best bit is that my bed hair doesn't even look like bed hair.

i just slept through it and prayed that when i awoke, the bloody “maintenance” page had gone.