“رأسي على صدرك. لا تفعل شيئاً يُذكر. لا تفعل أيّ شيء. سأقبّلك كثيراً إلى أن يستيقظ الكون.” LoveRelationshipsMorningDevotionAdoration Author:Malak El Halabi
“I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.” RelationshipsGoodbyeDecemberEndings Author:Malak El Halabi
“I want to be the thought that takes your mind off the road and your hand off the steering wheel.” LoveRelationshipsAttentionThought Author:Malak El Halabi
“Our mornings were never "rise and shine." They were "rise and fight." They were loud and ravaging. They were heavy and unnerving, like the after-math of a war, with unresolved territorial disputes. They were never serene, but they were beautiful. More beautiful than the smile you wear when you step out of the shower, more tempting than the sight of you brewing coffee from across the kitchen bar, more promising than a glorious victory, bigger than all our tumultuous past. Bigger than you. Bigger than I.” LovePassionRelationshipsBeautyMorningPassionateCoffeeFightShowerMake UpMorningsRelatioship Author:Malak El Halabi
“-Do you want me to leave? -Yes -Do you want me to stay? -Yes -Do you love me? -Yes -Do you want me? -No -Then leave me -I can't -Then stay with me -I can't, I can't, I can't *Equation of a fucked up relationship” RelationshipsLove And HateUndecidedIndecisivenessEquationModern DatingModern Lovers Author:Malak El Halabi
“You taste like the last drop of whiskey at 3 am after a lousy day like the first gulp of coffee on a Monday sipped behind a desk hot and bitter like the burning at the back of the throat after the first cigarette You taste, boy oh boy, like my next mistake.” RelationshipsMistakeHotCoffeeLustMistakesTemptation Author:Malak El Halabi
“I still smell your absence on my skin. It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks...” PainRelationshipsHurtSmellAbsenceInsomniaEndings Author:Malak El Halabi
“Relationships are like walls painted off-white and every time you’ll hurt me, it will be like resting dirty shoes on them, like bashing holes in the walls, one after the other. And then there will come a day, where the walls will be filled with so many holes, that there wouldn’t be any place left for you to place the tiniest kiss. Only then will I walk away for good.” LovePainRelationshipsHurtLossShoesHolesGoodbyeUnrequited LoveHurt FeelingsWalls Author:Malak El Halabi