Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur.

honestly, the last time I went to the UK by train (about 5-8 years ago?) I already was security checked as if I was taking a plane, so really, how European have they ever been, I mean, usually, there are no border controls at all…

you: love letters
me, an intellectual: shazi,
 i prefer the color blue to any other. the scent of lilacs in your hair is a source of constant torment. i despise figs. lastly, i will never forget, all the days of my life, the memories of last night —
 for nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.
 — khalid
"We women are a sad lot, aren’t we?…Strong enough to take on the world with our bare hands, yet we permit ridiculous boys to make fools of us.”
— The Wrath & The Dawn by Renée Ahdieh
"What are you doing to me, you plague of a girl?” he whispered.
“If I’m a plague, then you should keep your distance, unless you plan on being destroyed.”
“No. Destroy Me.”
— The Wrath and the Dawn, Renée Ahdieh
"E ele sorriu um sorriso de envergonhar o sol.”
A Fúria e a Aurora.

On another note, my hamster was diagnosed with cancer. He is the most loving creature in the world, he doesn’t deserve this, it really makes me doubt my belief in god.

Have you ever loved a book so much you felt like throwing up? Because I really hope so.

"A shared history does not entitle you to a future, my friend.”
— Renée Ahdieh “The Wrath and The Dawn"
"We women are a sad lot, aren’t we?…Strong enough to take on the world with our bare hands, yet we permit ridiculous boys to make fools of us.”
— The Wrath & The Dawn by Renée Ahdieh
"i am not an open book or a closed book. i am a library.
i am alexandria. bricks, wood, ink and cement going up in smoke.
i take heavens with me.”
Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

In every job interview I am their second choice and it’s starting to wear me out tbh

"Seit wir den Glauben und damit die Wahrheit verloren haben, liegt zwischen Heuchelei und Ehrlichkeit der letzte Unterschied, der uns bleibt.”
— Juli Zeh - Spieltrieb
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