M.

“Whatever happens, I shall never be alone, I shall always have a fare, an affair, or a revolution.”

[M. @MuazamKh]

@parawahid Banta hai?

[M. @MuazamKh]

Let it happen.

[M. @MuazamKh]

Clout chaser.

[M. @MuazamKh]

NPK day.

[M. @MuazamKh]

Subah se shaam tak ka safr

[M. @MuazamKh]

@notyourbotx It is the reward for forgetting to write.

[M. @MuazamKh]

Digital diary.

[M. @MuazamKh]

May life be good to you.

[Art Gallery @X_ArtGallery]

Ivan Aivazovsky - Constantinople, 1884

[M. @MuazamKh]

“Is it like the ocean? What devotion are you?… Is it like nirvana?”

[non aesthetic things @PicturesFoIder]

Sneakers with a built in garage

[M. @MuazamKh]

Where did you spend the night, my moon? Chenabas gasht.

[M. @MuazamKh]

Q-LA 101

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

I’m getting married at seventy-two, and my daughter told me I was wasting money on a wedding dress.
We were standing in the kitchen, her arms crossed, when she said that at my age no one expects anything elegant, and asked why I couldn’t just wear something I already had in my closet—especially since this would be my third marriage.
What she didn’t know was this: at my first wedding I was nineteen and pregnant; I wore my mother’s dress, which smelled like a closed wardrobe. At the second, I was forty-one and completely broken-hearted; I got married at city hall in a beige suit, because I had stopped believing in love.
But this time I want lace. I want crystals. I want to feel hopeful again. I want to believe that hope isn’t a privilege reserved only for women in their twenties who haven’t yet learned what it means to fall.
I found a secondhand white dress for one hundred euros, and when I tried it on, I didn’t see tired skin or the weight I can no longer lose. I saw a woman who survived two divorces, raised three children on her own, and still believes that love can work. I embellished it by hand with small sky-blue crystals and appliqués I sewed myself, sitting at the table with my glasses slipping down my nose, proving to myself that I’m still worth this kind of care.
Now I was looking for an idea for my hair. I didn’t want a veil—not at my age—and every image I found showed girls who could have been my granddaughters. So I asked other women like me for advice, and I was flooded with responses from women in their sixties and seventies, telling me about fresh flowers, vintage clips, and faces no longer trying to look young, just real.
I ordered small pearl hairpins and tried them with a soft, loose updo. Yesterday my daughter saw me and started to cry. She said I looked beautiful. And she apologized—for making me feel like I didn’t deserve this anymore.
I told her that everyone deserves to feel beautiful at least once in their life. Even—and especially—those of us with gray hair, who have already made our mistakes.

[M. @MuazamKh]

Kuch bateen apni zaat tak mehood rahe to behtar. Jazba aur muqam ka ishtihar na karna behtar. Shikayaton kai silsilye mai khud shikayat na banna behtar. Is baar ko ek aam khayal samjna behtar.

[✒️ @Literariium]

— L. V., excerpts from a past life

[no context memes @nocontextmemes]

The most logical argument ever😭

[Chay Bowes @BowesChay]

Meanwhile in Turkiye-

Kids in one of the provinces that haven't seen snow in years, were brought 3 large dump trucks full from one of the snowed in regions.

Listen to the screams of delight.