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[ُ @theedeepsigh]

علّمني الحب وكيف أحب، وكيف تكون آهاتي من القلب للقلب
يوم حبيته صحيح، ترك قلبي جريح

[ُ @theedeepsigh]

But if one of us dies
I hope I die first
'Cause I don't wanna live without you
I don't wanna ever learn How to fall asleep without yoU
Tell me what's worse
Losing you now or later?
Maybe I can break the curse And I can be in love forever
If I die

[ُ @theedeepsigh]

oh could i be the sky on the fourth of july

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عندي جناحات بس محبوس

[مريم @MaryamB6_]

Edvard Munch - Consolation, 1894

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المتعة إلهٌ زائف

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ياليتني من البداية
ماشفت خدّه النقي

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Happy pride month to all the queers 🤗

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Whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am free again

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تعرّي أمامي، وأسقطي كل ما تخفينه، أريني ندباتك وشاماتك، واحكي لي حكاية كلٍّ منها، وأنا فوق صمتك لا أسمع سوى كلماتك المتكسّرة، ولا يبلغني منك إلا تأوّه يروي ما عجز الكلام عنه

[ُ @theedeepsigh]

أصل ولا أصل إلى قمة شعوري ونشوتي بذاتي، ويتملكني شعورٌ مؤقت بالامتلاء والشبع والنشوة، وأعود بعد دقائق معدودة خاوية تمامًا من كل المشاعر؛ حالة سرمدية من اللاشيء

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It's May , May u stop waiting for someone who's not coming back

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لمحت الغلا مفقود من قسوة النّبرة

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What did i do ?

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لا تشكُ للناس جرحاً أنت صاحبه

[ُ @theedeepsigh]

Silence grants me a strange kind of peace—like a warm embrace that tucks me gently into my own space. In it, I sit with my thoughts alone. When I’m quiet, my desires and feelings belong solely to me—mine to judge, to dream, and to understand. My thoughts remain untouched by the weight of others’ reactions. Perhaps there’s comfort in that… in letting your emotions live and fade within you. But silence isn’t always safety; sometimes, it’s fear. There’s a fine line between protecting yourself and isolating yourself.

Can people truly love you if you let them see you as you are? Silence can feel like control—a way to avoid the uncertainty of others’ responses. It’s a quiet refusal to surrender. Yet in this hiding, I often feel like I’m abandoning parts of myself—parts that deserve to be heard. The calm of silence can turn cold; it freezes possibility. And when I dare to speak, no matter how messy or chaotic my thoughts may seem, perhaps speaking is kinder than suffocating within them To speak is to risk the death of illusion. There’s always a version of me living in others’ minds—a version shaped by what I leave unsaid and the emotions I conceal. The moment I speak, that version collapses. There’s no turning back. I can no longer control how I am seen—fragile, contradictory, human. I can’t remain just an idea.

The moment I express myself, I lose that control—and that terrifies me. It’s the end of the imagined version of what could have been. Yet maybe it’s a necessary ending—the end of self-deception, the collapse of illusions that only survive when we hide our truth. In that ending, there is a chance… to be known as we truly are, not as we are imagined

[ُ @theedeepsigh]

أعْطِيني حريتي اطلِق يَدَيَّ،
إِنني أعطَيتُ مَا استَبقَيتُ شَيئًا،
آهٍ مِن قيدِك أَدْمَى معصِمي

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سيب الجرح ليا وخلي الفرح ليك

[ُ @theedeepsigh]

I learned two things that day ,one I was never gonna let anyone see that they got to me .
And two?
If the world’s only gonna see a fox as shifty and untrustworthy there’s no point in trying to be anything else.

[ُ @theedeepsigh]

love isn’t enough