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gaaraofsburbia:

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rowanandphoenixfeather:

one of my roommates used to work with 5th graders in a creative writing class thing and they had to write a romance and most of the kids wrote stories about princesses and crap but this one little girl wrote about how a marshmallow fell in love with a mug of cocoa and he loved the cocoa so much that in order to be with her he melted and died like wow kid that’s some shakespearian shit right there

daydreamergab:

blithelyblonde:

Always reblog.

they sure as hell do 

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Recommended at the price, insatiable an appetite. Wanna try?

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channelyouranger:

headonyourchest:

blackcatandme:

I stood naked over him and took a picture

Why do I love everything about this

this is so cute

channelyouranger:

headonyourchest:

blackcatandme:

I stood naked over him and took a picture

Why do I love everything about this

this is so cute

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diaryofacontemporaryhijabi:

islamicsunrays:

Hiba Ammar writes: When my father proposed to my mother… He dedicated Surah Al-Imran, which he memorized off heart, as her “Mahr” (dowry)And when my husband proposed to me, my father told him that he would have to memorize a surah of the Quran as my mahr.. The wedding will not go on unless i’v received my mahr I was asked to pick one of the surahs… I chose Surah Al-Noor… For all the laws that Surah contained within it and for the fact that it seemed hard to memorize on my behalf.And before our wedding day; aside of being busy preparing for our “Newly wedded Nest”… The Quran wouldn’t leave my husband’s hand an entire month as he was memorizing the surah…A few day before our wedding day, my husband came to recite to my father the surah which he had completed.My father told him every time u make a mistake, u would have to start from the beginning all over again :))My husband began reciting surah Al-Noor with his calm/gentle voice in such a “beautiful” scene which I will never forget. My mother and I would look at one another and would smile awaiting my husband to make a mistake so he would have to start all over again and by that increase my “Reward”…But my husband - May Allah bless him - had memorized the surah off heart and didn’t even forget one single verse of it. Once he finished my father hugged him and said to him: “Today I shall marry my daughter to u for u have fulfilled her mahr.. and your pledge to me..”He didn’t pay me a financial mahr… And we didn’t buy gold worth tens of thousands… He sufficed me with Allah’s words as an oath/contract between us…And the Question is…. I wonder what Surah my daughter will chose as her mahr in the future?
Subhan’Allah,such a wonderful example :) 
Via:youth route


Most beautiful story ever.

diaryofacontemporaryhijabi:

islamicsunrays:

Hiba Ammar writes: 

When my father proposed to my mother… He dedicated Surah Al-Imran, which he memorized off heart, as her “Mahr” (dowry)

And when my husband proposed to me, my father told him that he would have to memorize a surah of the Quran as my mahr.. The wedding will not go on unless i’v received my mahr 

I was asked to pick one of the surahs… I chose Surah Al-Noor… For all the laws that Surah contained within it and for the fact that it seemed hard to memorize on my behalf.

And before our wedding day; aside of being busy preparing for our “Newly wedded Nest”… The Quran wouldn’t leave my husband’s hand an entire month as he was memorizing the surah…

A few day before our wedding day, my husband came to recite to my father the surah which he had completed.

My father told him every time u make a mistake, u would have to start from the beginning all over again :))

My husband began reciting surah Al-Noor with his calm/gentle voice in such a “beautiful” scene which I will never forget. My mother and I would look at one another and would smile awaiting my husband to make a mistake so he would have to start all over again and by that increase my “Reward”…

But my husband - May Allah bless him - had memorized the surah off heart and didn’t even forget one single verse of it. 

Once he finished my father hugged him and said to him: “Today I shall marry my daughter to u for u have fulfilled her mahr.. and your pledge to me..”

He didn’t pay me a financial mahr… And we didn’t buy gold worth tens of thousands… 

He sufficed me with Allah’s words as an oath/contract between us…

And the Question is…. I wonder what Surah my daughter will chose as her mahr in the future?

Subhan’Allah,such a wonderful example :) 

Via:youth route

Most beautiful story ever.

thathijabirum:

My hijab. Wbu?
People often ask; how long have you been wearing it? why do you wear it?  and that killer phrase your still young learn to live a little.
blah blah blah
Truth is I’ve worn it for as long as I can remember, it is part of me. Alhamdulilah it has never stopped me from achieving my goals or being able to do what I want, infact it has helped stop me from doing a lot of things I’d probably regret now. Growing up its safe to say I was in with the wrong crowds. my hijab was a constant reminder of who I was and where I came from, even with peer pressure at its highest I couldn’t bring my self to do the things my friends were doing because with hijab comes a duty. A duty to protect ones dignity and the dignity of all her Muslim sisters.
I love fashion, I love makeup, I love looking good; we all do.
so I’d be lying if I said I’m always resistant to sin. of course when my iman is low I struggle and make mistakes like everyone else. I know my hijab is not perfect its not always black and flowey it doesn’t always reach my ankles and its not always loose but its my hijab its me trying. my skinnies and a baggy neon shirt a huge statement necklace a long blazer and a pair of Chelsea boots is my hijab. its my modesty. 
one thing that really deterred me from wanting to wear my hijab whilst growing up was feeling like I couldn’t have muslim sisters as friends because of their constant ability to make you feel smaller than an ant in the name of “dawah” and I still hear this from many sisters. so please sisters be gentle with your tongues I understand you are passionate about your message but sometimes your delivery is so harsh that it may push that person further away, be gentle with your sisters do not look down at them or abuse them because they are not of righteous enough standards for you. guide them with patience and kindness.
 and on that note, learn to love your hijab ladies 

 stay modest 💎

thathijabirum:

My hijab. Wbu?

People often ask; how long have you been wearing it? why do you wear it?  and that killer phrase your still young learn to live a little.

blah blah blah

Truth is I’ve worn it for as long as I can remember, it is part of me. Alhamdulilah it has never stopped me from achieving my goals or being able to do what I want, infact it has helped stop me from doing a lot of things I’d probably regret now. Growing up its safe to say I was in with the wrong crowds. my hijab was a constant reminder of who I was and where I came from, even with peer pressure at its highest I couldn’t bring my self to do the things my friends were doing because with hijab comes a duty. A duty to protect ones dignity and the dignity of all her Muslim sisters.

I love fashion, I love makeup, I love looking good; we all do.

so I’d be lying if I said I’m always resistant to sin. of course when my iman is low I struggle and make mistakes like everyone else. I know my hijab is not perfect its not always black and flowey it doesn’t always reach my ankles and its not always loose but its my hijab its me trying. my skinnies and a baggy neon shirt a huge statement necklace a long blazer and a pair of Chelsea boots is my hijab. its my modesty. 

one thing that really deterred me from wanting to wear my hijab whilst growing up was feeling like I couldn’t have muslim sisters as friends because of their constant ability to make you feel smaller than an ant in the name of “dawah” and I still hear this from many sisters. so please sisters be gentle with your tongues I understand you are passionate about your message but sometimes your delivery is so harsh that it may push that person further away, be gentle with your sisters do not look down at them or abuse them because they are not of righteous enough standards for you. guide them with patience and kindness.

 and on that note, learn to love your hijab ladies

 stay modest 💎

nyxweaver:

grandtrilobyte-eleshnorn:

nyxweaver:

sarkhan-volkswagen:

nyxweaver:

abzan-houses:

nyxweaver:

y’all remember that game in elementary school where each person would say one word and the next person would say a word etc so it’d create a cohesive story? let’s do that:

Two

Thousand

men

ate

their

dicks.

well playtime is over you’re all grounded

— Marcel Proust, The Fugitive, trans. Moncrieff, Kilmartin, and Enright (via proustitute)
sexhaver:scientists could scour the arctic for decades and never find anything colder than this

sexhaver:

scientists could scour the arctic for decades and never find anything colder than this

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trust:

why does this muffin look like a hamster tho??

trust:

why does this muffin look like a hamster tho??

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departurelane:

Porcelain Origami
 
Each year the Lexus Design Award supports innovative creators on a global stage. This year’s theme is “Senses”. Design a pioneering way to think about “Senses” and receive feedback from world-renowned judges.
Submit your work now.

departurelane:

Porcelain Origami

 

Each year the Lexus Design Award supports innovative creators on a global stage. This year’s theme is “Senses”. Design a pioneering way to think about “Senses” and receive feedback from world-renowned judges.

Submit your work now.

supamuthafuckinvillain:


This nigga was a straight stoner

supamuthafuckinvillain:

This nigga was a straight stoner

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