Countessa ELA'NORA

A BOOK IS A BOOK IS A BOOK IS A LIFE.
In this project, I mix fact and fiction to comment on and relay my own life by posting prose and poetry. As a passionate lover, best friend, sister, and workaholic artist, I make up story-lines based on what I get exposed to in everyday life, and I tend to leave the context to my readers' imagination -I think it's fascinating to realize that sometimes people's lives are parallel, sometimes they are perpendicular, and sometimes they just simply intersect at one random point. Furthermore, much of what I write here is essentially brainstorming for the experiences. Consider those thoughts as doodles. For this blog is quite obviously a tribute to MYSELF and whom moved my heart.
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I guess it’s better to face it and move on than try to force something that isn’t meant to be, right?
Ted Mosby, How I Met Your Mother (via wordsandfeels)
And you trusted me to care for your heart and store it in a mason jar while I found myself scraping the floorboards for the remnants of mine.
C.A.B

Through the busy streets
And the passing tweets
The crowds are hustling
Bustling
Walking by, my head in air
Trying to reach that path
To a solitary stair
Over the bridge I go
Along a narrow road
Turning left with the rows
Upon rows of period houses
In their thousands
I walk past and up the steep hill
To the path of solitude at will
Meandering across from left to right
My solitude has come back to beat the fight
Walking and listening to the birds in the trees
And so it is a gentle breeze
I reached to the top and turn left
A mingle of people surround
As I  walk, listening and watching
Sometimes trotting along the lonely path of solitude
I turn right to a row of more trees
Gathering together amongst the breeze
Along the pathway
The smell of foliage, crisp and clear
All is quiet along the path of solitude
Listening, thinking, observing
The silence in the air
Above and below
Low and behold
So tranquil and bare
On the right, a school, quiet as it may seem
In their classrooms learning a dream
Moving on in my solitude
Viewing from a distance
The rows of vehicles
To and fro
To and fro
Too far away to hear their engines
Too many to mention
My solitude is still with me
Walking amidst the sheltered trees
Me in midst
Like the abyss
Leaving the wooded trees
Turning left to a suburb
Of rows upon rows of semi detached
Still and quiet
As if the world has gone to sleep
Now walking at a steady pace
Saving grace
Vehicles in the driveway
And people coming out
Chatting, laughing
As if in doubt
I take another left
Descending downhill
Cross the road quickly
Streams of vehicles
Moving uneasily
Pace quickens
And the movement thickens
My solitude is disturbed
Unperturbed
Around the corner I go
How would I know?
The right path to true solitude

Run Away Heart - The Strange Familiar

Oh to the best masterpieces ever recorded in the music history.

Dean Martin - Return to Me

theechoingheart:

Going through my notes, and I thought I’d share this:

"The phrase ‘Alhamdulillah’ is an all-encompassing statement. To explain it is difficult. To translate: it means such a praise that includes every dimension of praise. 

Different people have different educational background and their words of praise towards Allaah will be different because they express themselves differently. So we can’t say this person praised Allah better, and it just may be that the one who uses simple (considered inferior) language pours out his entire heart to Allah. So Alhamdulillah includes all the praise one can praise him with.

We are unable to praise Allah the way He should be praised. This is evident in the du’a of Nabi ﷺ:
"We cannot account for the praises that are due to You; You are as You praise Yourself.” [Hizbul Azam]

On the Day of Judgement when Nabi ﷺ will prostrate before Allah, Allah will then inspire his heart to utter such a Hamd it’s likeness has never been heard before.”

Saying Alhamdulillah is the lowest stage of praise. How unfortunate is the one who gets favors from Allah and can’t even reach the lowest stage! [SubhānAllāh!]

Another point is that the believer’s gratefulness for the favors of Allah and for Him repelling any harm or ill.

"Oh Allah, how can I thank you and the ability to thank you is a favor from You." (Dawud `alayhis-Salām) Allah is favoring is with the ability to move one’s tongue. Allah said "Now you recognize Me as you ought to." Meaning that Dawūd `alayhis-Salām is correct for admitting that he (and us as well) will never be able to duly thank Allāh Ta’āla

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islamic-art-and-quotes:

Arabic calligraphy on flowers – Alhamdulillah

الحمد لله
All praise is due to Allah alone

From the collection: IslamicArtDB » Photos of Flowers (154 items)

Originally found on: peoniesflower

(via mind-talk)

Summer freckles say ellloooo ☺️#happy #summer #smile #freckles

Hey you… it’s been a while.

Finally by Fergie

It’s all about texture! Perfect.

(via betweenbirthanddeath)

I hope you fall in love
With someone who always texts back and never lets
You fall asleep thinking you’re
Unwanted.
I hope you fall in love with someone
Who holds your hand during the scary parts of
Horror movies and burns
Cookies with you when you’re
Too busy dancing around the
Kitchen.
I hope you fall in love with
Someone who sees galaxies in your eyes
And hears music in your
Heartbeats.
I hope you fall in love with someone who
Tickles you and makes you smile
On hard days and on easy
Ones.
But beyond all that I hope
You fall in love with someone
Who will never leave you behind
And who will never take you
For granted, someone who
Will stand by you when you’re
Right and stand by you
When you’re wrong,
Someone who has seen you at your worst
And has loved you
Still.
I hope you fall in love
With someone who
Kisses you in the rain
And hugs you in the cold and
Wouldn’t have you any other
Way.
Wouldn’t It Be Wonderful, l.h.k. (via suchvodka)

(via woke-up-0lder)

Life is a journey,
and we are all travelers
looking to make that great trip
with someone….who deserves..
to be our trusted companion
and we travel along the winding road
and sometimes we stop awhile to breathe
at each great destination we reached
till…
we come to the final destination…
HEAVEN…

kateoplis:

In a striking about-face, the New York Public Library has abandoned its plan to turn part of its research flagship on 42nd Street into a circulating library and instead will renovate the Mid-Manhattan library on Fifth Avenue.” 

"The renovation, formerly known as the Central Library Plan, would have required eliminating the book stacks under the building’s main reading room… The library had heralded the renovation as part of a significant new chapter in the library’s effort to rethink its physical plant in preparation for a digital future in which public access to computers would become as important as books.”

Scholars and others objected to the plan in part because it required the books in the stacks to be moved to New Jersey — which could cause delays in retrieving them — and many questioned the cost as vague and wasteful. Under the new plan, all of the books will remain on site; the library has found a way to free up additional space in its storage area under Bryant Park.”

NYPL Abandons Plans (image

Blanket the ground
Bare branches reach up
In hope of warmer days

And I find myself
Rolling in the icy powder
Giggling at the fun of it
Grinning at the freedom of it

The cold nips at my fingers
My toes, my nose
The wind chaps my cheeks
But I lay in the yard anyways

Snowflakes catch in my lashes
And melt in my hair
And I can’t help but wonder
If each really is different

Each Snowflake is different?
Each Person is different?
Each Heart Beat is different?
Each Moment is its own?

I grow still for just a second
And feel a childish wonder
At how unique everything
Truly is

And I find myself
Making a promise to value-

Each Snowflake
Each Person
Each Heart Beat
Each Moment

Because-

Snowflakes melt
People die
Heart Beats stop
Moments end

Value each crystal wish
Because you never know

If
You’ll
Be
Here
To
Experience
Another

otterqueer:

absinthecake:

When people ask how you’re doing at the end of the semester

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i laughed way too hard at this

LOL!!!! On point 👌

(via dejaderp)

Speak out of love not hatred. The tongue is one of the smallest things on our bodies, yet it posses so much power. Chose your words wisely. #happyfriday #repost #knowyourworth #staypositive #fact