2 years

and one question apparently ...

i said yes :)
and i didn't cry... why would anyone cry?!

lest we forget

our origins

smells

orange blossom with a touch of jasmine.

conversations with my love

"I wonder what it'd be like dating an artsy/literary type of guy... Probably horrible."
"Why?"
"Well, those types are filled inner turmoil. Very angsty at times. Too much to handle some days"
"Kind of like you?"
"Exactly."

what do teachers make?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxsOVK4syxU&feature=player_embedded
http://www.taylormali.com/index.cfm?webid=13

Oh so safe

After getting on the flippy Ferris wheel thingy at the busker carnival:
"It's swinging. Why?! Make it stop now"
"I can't do anything"
"Okay, fine. but we're safe, right? It smells like it's burning.. that's not safe"
"Yes, we're safe, darling"
"I want off. Look, I can't breathe"
*laughs* "We can't. Not yet. A few more spins"
*screaming and general trauma ensues*
An hour after we got off:
"Can we go again?!"

Minor interruptions

"Trust me", he said. But it wasn't his voice.
A flood of words, flashbacks, and a touch that chains.
The ebb and flow of memory.
Shaking... I cling to myself, to this moment, to him.
In a matter of seconds I come right back up, breathing,
and almost unharmed.

pearls and a red dress

I sat across from you at that Greek restaurant and you told me your secrets.
Between us: years, a candle, a plate of olives, and a bottle of pinot noir.
I listened long enough to know that the words were fragile but not long enough to realize I would give them back.

Love stories

He wanted to impress me, I think.
"Marhaban!" he said, and I've been laughing ever since. 

oh sisters

what would I do without you?
therapy, probably :P

it was a special Saturday, you see

picnic, cherry festival, bubble gun, AND my first chocolate dipped ice cream cone!

conversations

"have you ever heard of a suicidal dove?"

friends

We've had such distances between each other after we left this town to find our paths but somehow we always manage to come together and pick up right where we left off <3

Agree? Disagree?

"On ne peut désirer ce qu'on ne connaît pas." - Voltaire

milestones

convocation was incredible.
/no sarcasm, believe it ;p

aaaand, it was bound to happen since we're being sentimental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI - congratulations to all my friends who are graduating this spring! 

so

why do you write?

her moments of anger

leave her drained and sick.

biking

with the sunset on my right...
it had the colour of burning embers.
i *love* summer.

he stood there

waiting.

a flickering of a light, drapes parting, a smile, a wave, and worlds unravel.
her reservations cease to matter.
it's dark tonight but hearts give and take,
give and take.

Warm spaces

have disappeared because I'm trying to break away.
everything else is an attempt at something new, awkward, and cold.

The dark-haired man

seizes the stars, smiles and shines. He's mine.

your story

is a mess of words on any given day.
but tonight,
it's your words lying on top of my shattered ideals.
how can i write you like this?
i wanted you to be my hero...
i guess i'll settle for a protagonist.
that would make me a better writer, right?

I see them

in my mind's eye.

سنلتقي

على موج البحر

breakdown of time

 moments on hold

Mail

I love snail mail! Letters, notes, and especially postcards.
And that feeling when I open up a package and find a book inside!
It doesn't take much to make me smile ;-)

strength or insanity

It's all about perspective, I guess.

excerpt

"She can't speak. She simply can't. Why? Because of the anger. But other times, most times, it's because of feeling her soul break and lose grip on the last threads of hope."

Reconnecting

She asked about the 10 year-old me: "Do you still love to eat labneh? And is your handwriting still beautiful? What about the butterflies that you used to draw? I haven't forgotten anything about you."

Yes, maybe, and I draw other things now :)

olive harvest

sticks twist the branches and shake the trees.
rustle.
olives fall.
it sounds like rain.

Take me back to "15 days"

a story behind every picture

very different

imagination vs. fantasy

en amour

l'écriture est exaltante et périlleuse.

lips

a cabernet sauvignon kind of red

سألوني الناس

I heard you say

"There's a sweetness about her. And a sadness that I like."

Drawing on one's past

for writing assignments is enlightening... and... well, staggering.

23

goodness, love, and success.

you're sooo

transparent and it's entertaining me :D

a bouquet of peonies

wrapped in newspaper

the mind

that twists and turns