per aspera ad astra

[honigimohr]

“How much of human life is lost in waiting.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson (via wordsnquotes)

[stricatul]

The intimacy of -"I barely know your world, but something in me wants to understand every corner of it"

[ruhaniya]

[wtf-is-wrong-with-you]

Buy her a book and leave a note for her

[pisshandkerchief]

there are corners of this website where the year is still 2013. and sometimes, on beautiful nights when the veil is thin, you can find them . if you know where to look

[stricatul]

maybe intimacy isn't taking off your clothes. maybe it's taking off your "i'm fine". maybe it's being naked in ways that have nothing to do with skin.

[redpi11]

you are under no obligation to remain the same person you were a year ago, a month ago, or even a day ago. you are here to create yourself, continuously.

[aaresx]

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

[saffronbaklava]

that coffee and pastry will save your life btw

[petaltexturedskies]

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

[tahoori]

"Maybe one day we will get married... and we will have children, if they look like me then they will be poets, or if they look like you then they will be poems.”

[kushandwizdom]

“And I say to myself: A moon will rise from my darkness.
 وأَقول لنفسِي: سَيطلعُ مِن عَتْمَتِي قَمَر.”

— Mahmoud Darwish

[philosophybits]

“One has either to take people as they are, or leave them as they are. One cannot change them, one can merely disturb their balance. A human being, after all, is not made up of single pieces, from which a single piece can be taken out and replaced by something else.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎

[liebesfraulein]

“But my heart it is brighter Than all of the many Stars in the sky.”

— Edgar Allan Poe, For Annie

[jmmll]

[saywasp]

adark.lana

[soracities]

“This heart, my heart, is small and the love, my love, is large. It travels in the wind, descends, loosens a pomegranate then falls in the wandering of two almond eyes, then ascends in the dawn of two dimples and forgets the way back to house and name. This heart, my heart, is small and the love is large …”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from “Tuesday And The Weather Is Clear,” If I Were Another (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2011)