I refused to go on a date with a guy, and he said, “saves me $80.”
Guys these days -_-
The daily prayers (salat or namaz) which constitute the heart of the Islamic rites are again a never ending jihad which punctuate human existence in a continuous rhythm in conformity with the rhythm of the cosmos. To perform the prayers with regularity and concentration requires the constant exertion of our will and an unending battle and striving against forgetfulness, dissipation, and laziness. It is itself a form of spiritual warfare.
I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.
Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else.
I feel like sunshine today.
Please, do not hurt me, love, I am a fragile one
And you are the light in my eyes
Please do not break my heart
I think it’s had enough pain to last the rest of my life
And I will not tire of you
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
It’s hard to face god when you realize how evil you are.
This week has been the shittiest week of my life.
Organic chemistry is good for my ego.