Love's the funeral of hearts And an ode for cruelty When angels cry blood On flowers of evil in bloom The funeral of hearts And a plea for mercy When love is a gun Separating me from you
Happy birthday to one of the sweetest souls I've had the pleasure of getting to know. I don't know how I came across your channel or how I found it, but I'm truly grateful and delighted that I did. You have such a deep and beautiful soul; I don't even know how to put it into words. I read everything you write, mostly. I'm really touched by everything you share. It's like you're writing down every single thing we might be thinking and describing it accurately. May Allah ease any hardships you're going through, and may this year treat you better than last year. I love you. Enjoy your day!
Here's the thing: looks can be deceiving. And beyond that, no one chooses how they look. I would never want to be the kind of person who dislikes someone simply because they aren't "brunette enough" or whatever the standard is.
What struck me was that I didn't hear a single word about virtues, traits, or character. All I heard were "types" "brunettes," "ugh, I hate blondes with blue/green eyes, they're too much."
I found myself in a conversation with my friends, where questions bounced from one topic to another, until we landed on the subject of love lives. One of my friends asked how we'd want our love life to be.
