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Before I die God..Make this happen.

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Project Faneela.

T-shirts made by A Sudanese Graphic Designer called Imad AbdulRahiem,

He uses slang terms very familiar to young Sudanese people and catchy phrases to make these simple but vibrant Shirts. I am as impressed as I am entertained by this project. 

(©All rights reserved to Imad. Pictures may not be used without the permission of the rightful owner, contact him @omdatak) 

vanderlylegeek:

this

is

the

most

relevant

thing

about

us

from me to you

that I am sitting here contemplating emailing it to you but i think you might see it by yourself 

I had this one friend..I used to know exactly what he meant at all times, even when no one else did…Especially when no one else did. I impressed him. He intimidated me. And we kept each other intrested.
But his life was a series of natural disasters and his mind a whilrpool of possibilities, and when time caught up to the familiar yet pleasantly suprising world we created in each other, we stood no chance.
Now the things he says hold different meanings, double meanings, and the way he looks at me can more often than not be mistaken for disappointment and I’m always looking for ways to restore his faith in me, a faith he lost in his side of the story.
Those who surround him want nothing more than the skills that once came naturally to me, they are struggling to learn the art of figuring him out.

zainabcartoons:

that’s how we Sudanese see each other

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Sometimes I cry when I watch MTV because even Snooki can maintain a relationship and I can’t.

Photos of Omar Borkan Al Gala (aka the man that was deported from Saudi Arabia for being too handsome)  

On one hand, this is an all-around ridiculous issue

On the other hand, damn gurl capitol offense

I completely understand. He’s Haram to look at, this is worst type of fitna

(via world-realities)

I accidentally stepped on an ant today. And I just stood there until another one came along and I watched it freak out for atleast five minutes running circles around it’s deceased friend, climbing up my leg and just as hastily jumping off. And I wondered if I had killed it’s mother or father or maybe I killed the bathroom ant president. Eventually the ant started to walk away from the dead body, more of a sprint than a walk, and when it got to the door I thought what if I had the entire day to follow this ant around, would I end up far from here? Would we ever leave the parameters of this house? I wonder where ants go to mourn.

My anon cut me off :(

forever-and-alwayss:

heylauren:

Grooms seeing their brides for the first time on their wedding day.

one of the most precious things ever

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