The Prophet (sallallaahu alayhi wa sallam) said:

"The dunya is cursed. Cursed is all that is in it except for the remembrance of Allah, and that which resembles it, a scholar, and a student (of knowledge).”

Related by at-Tirmidhee, Ibn Majah, and Bayhaqee. The wording is taken from Shaykh al-Albaani’s Saheeh at-Targheeb wat-Tarheeb (1/34)

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wow having a mutual crush… wonder what thats like

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friendly reminder that you can fight for equality without shitting on other people’s lifestyles

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I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we’re from the same star.
Emery Allen  (via petrichour) 75,508 notes

i took this in verona the morning after the arctic monkeys concert and everything was silent and still and i remember thinking that i would have given anything for the world to stay this way 

I watch my mother bend and sway
over blood-sweet soup like a boat flimsy,

and leaking. Burgundy stains on the counter
deepen into overripe roses. Earlier, two voices

rang clear. Not silver, like a bell, but more
like clean bread, smooth bone. Things meant

to be broken. Listen to the silence afterwards,
its bleak opacity. I sit, a dead body left to see

the smoke clear. I sit, a stone
in Virginia Woolf’s pocket. I sit. My mother. Her

pallid lips part like two cloves of garlic, peeled
and raw. She tells me to set the table. Her hands.

Oven burns like cue marks, like something
ending. Two squeezed lemon halves by the sink–

exit wounds, pulpy and blossoming. I watch her,
my mother. She turns from the stove

and lets everything burn.

Kristina Kutateladze, “Beet soup” (via neongospel) 138 notes

Midnight Dreams - by Britni.This is my original poem. Please do not remove credit or self promote.