Lies…
the connection, the other pole, the right side of the equation…gone. time has passed for fantasies. good ones at least. maybe not. lies are like drugs..you gotta keep upping the dose otherwise the reality hits hard.
the connection, the other pole, the right side of the equation…gone. time has passed for fantasies. good ones at least. maybe not. lies are like drugs..you gotta keep upping the dose otherwise the reality hits hard.
If You have ever used OkCupid, then it’s almost a certainty that you have encountered this small pop-up in the bottom right corner informing You that someone liked You and even shows you a blurry picture of the secret admirer. However, I’ve noticed that they are always almost -as far as I can see through…
here’s to accompanying us through the years…
relationships are like 2 masses in space..you get close super fast that you destroy each other, or leave magnificent craters..or in best case scenario, gravitational slingshot happens and shoots one away from the other.
… because we changed the way we think for each other, not for ourselves. the change was momentary no matter how long we tried to keep it.
– لا مفيش جديد.. من الشغل للبيت ومن البيت للشغل. – و مبسوط ولا لا فعادي ولا اي حاجة لا مبسوط ولا متضايق. شغلي بليل فمستريح من دوشة الصبح والزحمة والخرا. وايه اللي غير رأيي فعلشان اريح اللي حواليا.. بين قوسين اهلي. – الفلوس كده كده مش جايبة همها. – بليل الدنيا هادية مفيش زحمة ولا دوشة…
we cherish the past, because the present is ugly and the future is nonexistent.
ممكن تكون المشكلة راجعة لاني اناني..او اتعودت ان الحاجة بتاعتي تبقي بتاعتي انا بس. الصحاب سواء واحد او اكتر، لو حسيت انهم مش صحابي بمعني صحابي، بقفل. لو مش عارفين كل حاجة عن بعض او حد بيعمل حاجة من ورا التاني..يبقي خلاص. دي انانية…لزقة…اي حاجة..بس اعتقد اني كدة وصلت للمشكلة. الانسان محتاج حد يتكلم معاه…