mediocrely perverted, intellectually perplexed.
Filmmaker, photographer, and an art enthusiast.
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  • extrarouge:

    My life.

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  • mintiscream asked : What's your career goal after college?
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    By: Peter Christoph  

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  • التراك الاصلي سناء موسى - هي يمّا ودّعيني - اقوال الحاجة وطفة موسى

    فلوت:نيسم جلال
    درامز :حسين قمح
    باص زياد صادر
    انتاج اسلوب

  • "This morning, with her, having coffee."
    Johnny Cash, when asked for his description of paradise (via oofpoetry)

    (via two-words--one-finger)

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    1966 Porsche 910

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  • "They call us now.
    Before they drop the bombs.
    The phone rings
    and someone who knows my first name
    calls and says in perfect Arabic
    “This is David.”
    And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
    still smashing around in my head
    I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
    They call us now to say
    You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
    Your house is next.
    They think of it as some kind of war time courtesy.
    It doesn’t matter that
    there is nowhere to run to.
    It means nothing that the borders are closed
    and your papers are worthless
    and mark you only for a life sentence
    in this prison by the sea
    and the alleyways are narrow
    and there are more human lives
    packed one against the other
    more than any other place on earth
    Just run.
    We aren’t trying to kill you.
    It doesn’t matter that
    you can’t call us back to tell us
    the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
    that there’s no one here
    except you and your children
    who were cheering for Argentina
    sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
    counting candles left in case the power goes out.
    It doesn’t matter that you have children.
    You live in the wrong place
    and now is your chance to run
    to nowhere.
    It doesn’t matter
    that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
    to find your wedding album
    or your son’s favorite blanket
    or your daughter’s almost completed college application
    or your shoes
    or to gather everyone in the house.
    It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
    It doesn’t matter who you are
    Prove you’re human.
    Prove you stand on two legs.
    "Running Orders" by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha (via theremina)

    (Source:, via shazzyb)

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