Understanding

I don't understand people

...

wait

...

no

its not understanding

i do understand people

.....

I just don't understand

how they always seem to misunderstand each other

I don't

I don't Do

small talk,

Spanish veil,

Carina,

Phone Calls,

Make Up,

Impulsive acts,

Loud laughs,

Nothing

الرابط العجيب

اليوم انتهيت من قراءة " الحب فى المنفى" لبهاء طاهر

لا أعرف لماذا تذكرت هذه الأبيات لأمل دنقل

البكاء بين يدي زرقاء اليمامة

...كيف حملت العار

ثم مشيت ؟ دون أن أقتل نفسي ؟! دون أن أنهار ؟

ودون أن يسقط لحمي .. من غبار التربة المدنسة ؟

طلال حيدر

يا من حلب

يا من حلب
يا من الشام
هالحنة شمالية .....
حنيت ايديك
يا بو خطوط محنية
بيلبقلك التوب
والشملة الشامية
لك سحاب سيفك وغني
بتلبقلك الغنية
مكتوب ع السيف
والكلمات كوفية
مكتوب حبيت
الباقي حروف ممحية ..

حالياً

وانفرط القلب كالمسبحة

Liar

-how are you?

-pause ... what

shake ... tear ... dried

chocked ... calm down

with a stuttering voice

"FINE"

Half-Ass

Just Today I realized that i'll probably forever lead this kind of life

Half-Ass : not good enough to satisfy yet not bad enough to want to change

hate this

تفو

ازاى محافظة زى القاهرة

بهذا الحجم و هذه الكثافة السكانية

و ميبقاش فيها دليل للمواصلات العامة

قال لك حكومة الكترونية .. قال

True Love

It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
Even when there's no one here but him,
And because
I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packer
Even though I am philosophically opposed to football,
And because
When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street,
I always hope he's dead.

It's true love because
If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking them and the next morning I couldn't get out of bed,
He wouldn't tell me he told me,
And because
He is willing to wear unironed undershorts
Out of respect for the fact that I am philosophically opposed to ironing,
And because
If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save,
He says he'd save me.

It's true love because
When he went to San Francisco on business while I had to stay home with the painters and the exterminator and the baby who was getting the chicken pox,
He understood why I hated him,
And because
When I said that playing the stock market was juvenile and irresponsible and then the stock I wouldn't let him buy went up twenty-six points,
I understood why he hated me,
And because
Despite cigarette cough, tooth decay, acid indigestion, dandruff, and other features of married life that tend to dampen the fires of passion,
We still feel something
We can call
True love.

Judith Viorst