I deserve to be loved. not liked, not lusted after, not settled for. loved.

i beg y'all to pray for my father.

please pray for my father. please.

there’s no pleasure in posting anymore. people only react to my low-quality posts and ignore the best ones.

hearing “I like you” sounds more genuine than hearing “I love you”.

even the mosquitoes only want me for my body.

sometimes, it's not your day and that's okay.

even the universe has its favorites.

why sometimes people can turn out be so cruel to those they love.

people these days leave before talking things through 😞.

hate that im not passionate about anything to be crazy and im not sensible enough to be real about life. im something wacky stuck in the middle. a creature. just a little being.

you can close your eyes to things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to things you don’t want to feel.

gotta love those conversations where y'all don't stick to the topic and go to a new random one out of nowhere.

sometimes I start getting likes and reposts here and I'm like "what the hell did I post".

i went out today to let opportunities come my way and inspire me. didn't get shit tho ✨.

from where do they get the energy for so many lies.

better to think too much than not at all.

lowkey wanna travel alone but then I remember I'm a woman.

I wake up every single morning and wish I hadn’t.

gonna wear a barrel as dress on eid.

"Neither flesh reaches Allah nor their blood, but it is your piety(piousness) that reaches Him(Allah).".- Al Quran. eid mubarak!.