Do not love the one who doesn't love Allah,
If they can leave Allah they will leave you ...
AFTER YOU CAME!
Rising from my bed
I feel cold at my feet,
Chills ran over my body
A little scary yet sweet.
You are in my mind
From the starting of the day
You flash again in my mind
As I see a "love potion" little away,
My dizzy eyes opened a bit more
Because the potion offered an eternal love,
You came into my mind
With that sexy smile
Who won't crave for your love,
But baby I already have you
I know you love me too
I giggled having that potion in my hand
Even though it was something new.
Look what you've done to me
Baby look at your creation today,
I am so drenched in your love
Every pebble cast
It matters not
How large the pebble is
Take care when throwing stones
I can't sleep Tonight because my hope handle the candle flames, the light comes out from my eyes.. well i love this feeling and happy with that moment. 😍
1) Can't stop the feeling -Justin Timberlake
2) Thunder - imagine dragons
3) shots (broiler remix)- imagine dragons
4) slow hands - Niall horan
5) How would you feel - Ed Sheeran
6) I'll be there for you -troy Sivan, Martin garrix
7)youth - Troy Sivan
9) Say you won't let go
10) this town
13) move your body -sia
14) wild - troy Sivan
15) Castle on the hill.
Pierce me with your thorns
Bloom on to me, hold me now
Wild I want to be...
My heart lied onto the jack of jubilee
Right imitate to the nut bolt of left string
Waves started when the sound of water
Rhyme's down by an spilled melancholy
Gracious presence in the sunset to design
Effective nature to actuated the time of lasting
From the grief of sadness to the realm of myth!..
The coffee brews slowly and languidly. A book lies on the floor, face upside down. In one corner of the kitchen, the eldest child of the family, a black pug- Sky, with the wisest wrinkles in the entire world sniffs around "wisely".
Lying on the couch grandly is a golden retriever-Chomp; second in the hierarchy, don't question the name or he might just chomp down your socks for breakfast.
The third child is in a bit of a flustered state. She is nursing a whole litter of 8 puppies at the moment, she has all the right to complain about the almost literal 101 dalamtions state, she is in right now. Sherry, you brave little mother. Look at you go!
The fourth child is in the cuddling phase, so s...
Life is sad.
I wish I could write again.
Like I used to when I was sad.
I'd write and it was beautiful and creative
Because the most sad things are the also the most creative.
But things have changed.
And I can no longer write.
Because I no longer feel sad.
I just feel nothing.
The first person I ever loved, vanished into liquor lips and unprescribed medicine. As a child, a girl, a seedling in the dirt just trying to grow her roots. My roots are beer bottles and the dreaded smell of booze. My roots are screaming and yell at all hours of the night. My roots are fragile and innocent. Despite this, I still decided to grow my roots in the toxic waste I called soil, just desperately trying to get a hold on the rocky Land of hope so that one day I will boom into the most beautiful daisy. But if there is one thing I learned, you can't grow anything in dry soil. I gave and gave and gave in hopes of nurture and forgiveness. I don't know what I was asking to be forgiven from,...
Good morning world....☕🍵
This was my favorite, common and easy drawing in school time...
🌙 Descolgando la luna, 💪 super héroes en el arte de vivir! 🍃
- ANTONIO JOSÉ