'my lungs were pumping stale air the one that smelled like smoke i am exhaling it out now for the ones who left me broke' //
Poetry: you are to live (suicide prevention piece) by noor unnahar // art journal ideas
best of art journal - december glows: Noor's Place - Design + Creativity twisted in Pakistani Lifestyle
every time you broke a promise trust me my heart learned how not to break a promise how not to break a heart // poetry by Noor Unnahar // art journal ideas, watercolor illustration, notebook, journa
noorunnahar: ““All the sad things are either written about people or deaths or wars or heartbreaks. My kind of sad starts with an unfinished poem and ends on a pile of tear-stained crumbled papers.
Gonna write poetry this summer
'i thought you were the sun and i would lose the light if you didnt stay perhaps i had forgot the fact of the nature that after a day is finished, a new sun will be on its way' // art journal + poetry
Beautiful poetry by Noor Unnahar