The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
– Anais Nin
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The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
– Anais Nin
“Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.”
— Unknown (via psych-facts)
I have already written infamous end to us, as a precaution. I have already imagined you like a ghost in every room I'll ever step into.
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“Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.”
— Unknown
There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.
— Sarah J. Maas, from “A Court of Mist and Fury.”
you could not stand it, left, just like I used to run away from others.
my way - torment and anxiety
longing that has become a part of me.
or am I, who never became part of the normal world?
My whole life is the path to you.
Everyone who was before you is just the way to you.
no one is worthy of your extinction.