More often than not, distance warps (if not destroys) relationships. This blog is the documentation of two individuals who vow to survive the weeks and months of long, late night calls and singular adventures spent missing companionship. We will probably make you jealous. We are Mister and Legs.
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So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, to my sleep, my dreams, my labours, my sufferances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger- because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.
Jack Kerouac (via moscowprotection)
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Something is missing. It's not lost; only hiding. It crept into each of my pores as I slept in the sheets of your dorm room twin. It eloped with the past and left me hollow. It taunts me in every phone call, every text, and every nostalgic reverie. Quell these tremors in my soul. Wrap yourself around me and beckon to the ghost of last autumn.
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Looks like you, sounds like us. I'll burn the world to the ground before I give up on us.
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میمونه Maimoona
Fortunate, auspicious, prosperous.Name of an Ummulmoomineen, the wife of the Holy prophet (peace be upon him).
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ثریا Surayyaa
Cluster of seven brilliant stars in Taurus, commonly known
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Long nights of winter, spent indoors, gave you serene beauty.
Stark, like a graying moon.
Pure and delicate, I worried for your soul.
Now, the summer sun has laced your skin with gold.
All the color of life dances in the freckles on your face.
As your hair reaches desperately for the ground, closer with each moon,
you bind it up and I bear witness to the elegance of your nape.
You are beauty; you are the seasons ever changing.
I hope one day to be the axis about which you spin.
-Mr.
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