A marvelous spiritual state and mystical experience befell this annihilated one, which cannot rightly be written. From extreme longing I became astonished, and I do not know what I said or did.
— Princess Jahanara, Women of Sufism: A Hidden Treasure, (2003)
started the first day of ramadan crying hello everyone how are you
they should invent a yearning for love that is tolerable btw
liking people who live in the same city as you is so weird like i passed the flyover that connects our homes you made fun of me for not knowing it and now i do and you probably live here somewhere and i want to click a picture and send it to you and be like look!!! it's the colorful cable bridge near your house!!!! but i can't. because we don't fucking talk anymore 😭
please stop living so far away, I wanna shop my groceries with you
cause of death longing i presume
duuude you have GOT to get online everybody is just fucking hitting each other
I'm the woman who burnt herself in her own rage's flames,
The one burning down love letters, only to burn her hand seeking them out from the fire back,
The one starved for touch yet
The one who stings if you're near.
I'm that woman whose love you snapped away,
The one whose blood is on your dagger,
The one whose skin's bruised because she fell down the stairs,
the one whom you drove mad.
I'm that woman with kohl eyes, and
Ruby red lips,
The tragedy they pity,
The one no one suspects,
The one, who killed.
she/her ▪︎ my mind; little organization
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