{HKwanderlust}

no time for your bullshit yet too lazy to give a fuck.

[sajaksesak]

Jika kamu telah melukai seseorang, namun ia masih mengharapkan yang terbaik untukmu, percaya padamu, lantas selalu mendoakan pun menanti versi baik dirimu.

Kamu. Telah menyia-nyiakan harta pemberian dari semesta.

— Arief Aumar Purwanto

[nas-17]

if we no longer talk, I'm still wishin u the best

[thepersonalquotes]

[oddfilmstills]

[realitytvgifs]

[hplyrikz]

Clear your mind here

[thegoodvybe]

[poems-and-word]

“I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people…They leave me and I love them more…What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world…”

— Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are (via books-n-quotes)

[hiatullll]

so let's

jalantar//020819

[fear-not-beloved]

There is nothing to prove and nothing to protect. I am who I am and it's enough.

Richard Rohr

[remanence-of-love]

[mahllqh]

[andinafisyah]

Beautiful thing I read today;

a boy asked his mom,

“If everything is already written in Luh-Mahfuz, then why should I wish?“ 

she answered,

“Maybe on some pages Allah has written, ‘As you wish’.”

_Xsnxh on twitter

[ladepanda]

Reasons why I like tumblr

1. None of my family is on here

[ceriterakita-deactivated2025042]

“The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that’s always been there, and the next minute it’s just a memory.”

— Michel Faber, The Book of Strange New Things (via books-n-quotes)

[nursyarosland-deactivated201801]

“Aku boleh jadi orang yang paling setia menunggumu,

Tapi aku juga mahu kamu tahu,

Jangan biarkan aku menunggu tanpa khabar berita,

Andai hatimu berpaling,

Aku mahu menjadi orang yang bersedia melepaskanmu dan berusaha melupakanmu.

Sesegera mungkin.”

[quotemadness]

“The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.”

— Virginia Woolf

[wnq-writers]

“To the person that loves me next, I’m sorry if I am broken. I am sorry if I question the love that you give because so many before you have taken my love and thrown it away like common trash. To the person who loves me next. I am sorry if I don’t believe you, like when you tell me I am beautiful. Know, that I have heard these words a million times before and yet here I am still alone. I apologize for the walls that stand 40 feet high, I am sorry that you have to climb them. The people before you took too many pieces of me. The walls? They protect the remaining parts of me. To the person who can love me next, please just love me. As I am. Ignore my flaws, just love me”

— The book she will never write