❝ This is love, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence? ❞
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via alexwonderland)
والشعر الغجري المجنون يسافر في كل الدنيا
“قد تغدو امرأة يا ولدي يهواها القلب هي “الدنيا
