I'm Laala and I'm 22 years old. This is mainly a book blog: reviews, photographs, quotes. I also post anything that tickles my fancy.
Reach me at distantheartbeats@gmail.com.
I'm the founder and editor in chief of an online literary magazine, Write Me a Metaphor. I'm also a poet, and you can buy my book on Amazon.
My other tumblrs: Discourse on Life | A Burst of Colour | One Door to Another.
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~ Wednesday, January 18 ~
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I made a video. Yay, etc.

Zet asked me to do Spaces, a project which showcases a person’s place in the world, exploring their homes, places they’re comfortable in, or what their idea of a space is. I decided to execute her request in video form, and this is the result. I did this while I was in Bahrain, so it’s where I grew up rather than where I am now.

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~ Sunday, November 20 ~
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Home is the return to where distance did not yet count.
— John Berger, And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos
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~ Wednesday, March 17 ~
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I’m not going home for the Easter holiday. My parents want me to, but I have so much work to do and I don’t really want to fly eight hours each way for just over a week. 
One of the things I miss the most about home, every time, is my room. One of the thing I love most about my room is my bookshelves and my enormous, very comfortable, bed. 
But I miss my bookshelves. I’m tired of my books being in piles :(

I’m not going home for the Easter holiday. My parents want me to, but I have so much work to do and I don’t really want to fly eight hours each way for just over a week. 

One of the things I miss the most about home, every time, is my room. One of the thing I love most about my room is my bookshelves and my enormous, very comfortable, bed. 

But I miss my bookshelves. I’m tired of my books being in piles :(

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~ Friday, March 5 ~
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On a random day this summer, my dad and my brothers and I went for a drive, and I had a thermos full of cherry black tea, and sunglasses because the sun was blinding. On the way home my brother bought a rose from a guy on the side of the street and I stole it. We’re a volatile family, and that was a lovely day. I’ll always appreciate those moments.

On a random day this summer, my dad and my brothers and I went for a drive, and I had a thermos full of cherry black tea, and sunglasses because the sun was blinding. On the way home my brother bought a rose from a guy on the side of the street and I stole it. We’re a volatile family, and that was a lovely day. I’ll always appreciate those moments.

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~ Monday, December 21 ~
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Pic’s bad bc it’s my iPhone blah blah.
BUT LOOKIE AT MY BOOKSHELVES =D God, I missed my books! It doesn’t matter that I have 150 books with me at university, and that I have plenty to read, I miss waking up and immediately seeing my shelves opposite my bed :) It never fails to make me smile.
(I would say I’ll post a picture of the entire bookcase later, but I already have).

Pic’s bad bc it’s my iPhone blah blah.

BUT LOOKIE AT MY BOOKSHELVES =D God, I missed my books! It doesn’t matter that I have 150 books with me at university, and that I have plenty to read, I miss waking up and immediately seeing my shelves opposite my bed :) It never fails to make me smile.

(I would say I’ll post a picture of the entire bookcase later, but I already have).

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