habibistanpathanistan:

My father once told me was that when birds leave their nest every morning they don’t know how and where they will get their breakfast, lunch, or dinner. They just fly in the hope of continuing with their life. That’s it. That’s all they leave home with every morning: hope and faith that they will…

"It’s this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That’s the world’s greatest lie."

— The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho (via habibistanpathanistan)

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

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— It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

(via holy-m0ly)

"All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living."

— Iain S. Thomas (via poetisch)

(Source: theonlymagicleftisart, via that-eritrean-girl)


Read your body one more time. You might be shocked at what you find. Somebody thinks you’re perfect, you know.

Read your body one more time. You might be shocked at what you find. Somebody thinks you’re perfect, you know.

(Source: towritepoems, via memories-0n-the-wall)

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ilovemyskinbeauty:

o-bsolet-ex3eextortion:

“this leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously.”

Reblog every time

Whoever wrote this dialogue is a freakin’ genius

What is this from?

did some research and it’s from “Syrup,” which looks to be a movie that came out this year. also it’s on netflix. 

Reblogging again

Fucking perfect.

(Source: un-usuall-m3mory-x3, via thisiszakia)

"I am not a poet nor am I a writer, just someone who loved far too much and ended up bleeding out words."

— Hemophilia of the Heart; Alahna Sy. (via coldneverbotheredmeanywayy)

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"There is a story which Jalaluddin Rumi tells of an ant that’s creeping across a Persian carpet in a mosque, and the ant complains to God, saying: ‘What is this, these bumps, and strange colors and patterns; this must have been created just as a meaningless obstacle course! What a futile thing to have made.’ But of course the carpet maker, looking at it from above can see the patterns and the purpose of it, and can see that the whole thing is perfect and good. And Allah is also like that. We often can’t make sense of misfortunes because we are two dimensional, we are at ground level, we can’t see what it all means, that this is a manifestation of Allah’s will which is always good and always perfect and always beautiful."

— Abdal Hakim Murad  (via rabbrakha)

(Source: al-sabur, via semtitulox3)

"Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive.
You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself- moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves."

Victoria Erickson  (via awakenedvibrations)

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