Franz Kafka is Dead

He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. “Because then you’ll stop asking for me.”

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)

khizaaan/sabbrr - jazakAllaahu khayran [for the luvlee comments]

and pictures of a forest or a foggy bridge always look so peaceful, enough to make you wish you were there but a forest would have creepy crawlies and a foggy bridge would be eerie after a while, no?

my throat hurts. i went to a family friends wedding today. i v rarely go to weddings. the last two i went to were last year [bff/brother] and it was nice seeing everyone wear their best and look pretty. I was jokin with my mum like why’d no one put little hearts on my table or why is her outfit more sparkly and my mum ignored me as usual, thanks mother. I dunno, it’s different on the other side cause you know what comes after the glitz and glamour. I hope they stay happy. And I hope it allows them to draw closer to Him. 

She was sayin she read she couldn’t even let her brother in anymore without his permission and i lol’d cause i remember when i first heard he has more authority than your father. I was like what! but my dad is the head of the house, you ain’t messin with him. But yea, alhamdulillah, i get it now. I miss it tho. 

I once threatened my dads sister with my dad, jokingly, said i would tell him she was bullying me and she looked at me like pls, do you think I’m scared of your dad. No one has ever questioned my dad before but that was before I understood she raised him [their mother passed away when he was young]. I think the first time I properly saw my dad look defeated/cry was when he was told she had passed away. They were at the airport, they had just come back from being with her, they were mid flight and she passed away and they landed and got back on the next flight to say bye all over again.

I feel such an aching sadness for the people that have gone and the people that will go. My mum looks so small and frail now and she knows it and yet she still refuses to call herself old.She said to someone today, after being told she looked young still, she said you’ve made me happy. this one [me] is always telling me i’m old.

I’m gonna pray and go find her and hug her till she tells me to get off/let go cause im too fat and she cant breathe.



and i want to keep him with me always tho i reckon if i did i’d get pretty tired of him. my heart hurts and i dont know why. i feel undone, softer than usual and i have a sort of idea but i don’t like the idea of that being the cause so i want to ignore it till it goes away but since when was that a solution.

you know like when you’re hating on someone cause they got what you wanted but you know hating on them is petty and pointless so you look for excuses to justify your hate, its like that only not the same situation.

im wearing a top with baby pink stripes, like seriously, there is a part of me that is in shock. i made a point of hating pink with a passion. t.s bx til i d.i.e, jk im salafi now innit can’t be livin like that

ive got group work to do and its the worst, i dont get it, well i do but its just everyone elses ideas seem to be the bees knees and im like err what

my friend had a baby yday [girl] and one of her close friends had a baby too [boy] [earlier than expected] and that’s just so cool. Being asian, we’ve all made the rishta comment though her mother in law was funneh cause she said the girl is older by one n a half hours so we’ve gotta take that into consideration, ha.

keep dropping my iphone, the back is all smashed, can see the battery but it’s still working [sort of]. i want a weeli basic phone but with whatsapp cause i like picture messaging beobles.


my only sunshine
you make me happy when skies are grey