Hold my fucking hand, loser. We’re using the buddy system for the rest of our lives.
— How I’m going to propose (via eduhwud)
I can’t abandon
the person I used to be
so I carry her
— 365 Days of Haiku, Day #123 (via idreamof-pb)
The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say: ‘Here is your home country.’
Arab poets man. I swear.