Choosey Lover
Only God Can Judge Me


Everything Love
Today’s youth are told to get rich or die trying and they really shouldn’t take that attitude forward with them.
- Kareem Abdul-Jabba (via kushandwizdom)
Not letting our mood affect the way we treat people is a forgotten sunnah.
- Ustadh Nouman Ali Khan (via iqranazir)

(Source: heartheraindrops-fall)


Moroccan lights.

Relatable posts daily?
View Photoset
22,528 notes
 /  Via: lovely-charlotte
View Photoset
23,923 notes
 /  Via: annes-fitblr

They’re both so perfect



Elie Saab haute couture f/w 2014

Haute Couture blog :)

i want a road trip, and i want to take it with one person. someone i can get to know more than i already do, and someone i will enjoy every second of the wide open road with. sleeping in the passenger’s seat to wake up and realize that we’re still driving. smoking in the car, probably a little too much. i want an old ipod, you know the original one that had 160gb, to hold ourselves over, and listen to our favorite albums. i want the late night conversations as we drive, and i want to stretch my legs in the morning with her. i want to hold her hand when i drive and when our hands get sweaty, i can put it on her thigh and she’ll smile. i want the pictures you see on the internet. you know the ones with the caption “casual road trip with babe,” the ones that really make your heart jump, and your head say “wow, i want that.” we can go to Washington, we can go to Maine, we can go to California, we can go to Vancouver, wherever we go, it probably won’t be far enough away from home, but it’ll be exactly what we wanted in the first place. a road trip.
- What I Want, You Included // hefuckin (via slacked)

marry me.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.

marry me.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.

marry me.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.
marry me.

- (via forever-and-alwayss)

(Source: whisperingbones)