A Drop In The Ocean 🌊

Aspiring pediatric surgeon, lover of traveling and experiencing other cultures, foodie, and last but not least a college student I'm random and I like random things! Take it or leave it =)

Who I Follow


I seek refuge in Allah from a sadness that silently consumes the heart

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forehead kisses have this level of intimacy that other kisses do not.

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Trails by water are the perfect thing when you’re trynna sort through your thoughts


I could stare at this forever


I could stare at this forever

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Mom: Where you going 





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Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un, Allahumma ajirni fi musibati wa akhlif li khairan minha

Verily we belong to Allah and truly to Him shall we return. O Allah! Protect me in this calamity that has befallen me and replace it with something better

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Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.

Immigrants. First generation.

Ijeoma Umebinyuo.


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Don’t force someone to remember you all the time. Just stay silent and let them realize how will they be without you on their life.




my heart says yes but my mom says no

this made me giggle lol!

hahahah!!! anu-meaning I’m crying

Be with someone who you don’t have to hide from, in any way. Whether it’s your morning face before you’ve put your make up on, an embarrassing story to tell about something that happened on your way home, or an ambition you’ve had since you were six… make sure you end up with someone who knows all of it and still loves you. A person you can tell your whole life to is a person worth spending a life with.