I'm Rabia, this is my space for random things I like. That is all.
Hope is for presidents, and dreams are for people who are sleeping.
We’re all a few bad decisions away from becoming the ones we fear in pity.
I love you, I love you, the darkest part of you.
Write you the sweetest song.
Drop down from the ledges, hand over defenses.
I’m longing to see you through white picket fences.
I just want to crawl in bed and stay there for a year.
I find it crazy how any of us can die at any moment yet we live our lives always planning for the future