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Perempuan lemah karena mau-mau saja menelan mentah-mentah kekecewaannya (yang sudah ia tumpuk berlusin-lusin hingga berdebu) hanya karena dua alasan: 1. Rindu; 2. Sayang. Dasar bodoh.
I throw all my pride in front of you, but it seems like, it's never enough. I cry you a river though, but it seems like, it never satifies you.
Sampai pada titik, dia hanya diam saat melihatmu menangis.
Dear Men, When you know a woman likes/loves you, never ever ever ever ever ever tell her she's ugly. Cause she'll believe it. For the rest of her life.
Well, that’s fine.
I could take care of my self.
I don’t need your help.
I could even buy my self a bucket of flower.
I don’t need your help.
I’m good on my own.
I always am.
Sometimes we thank the ones we love by breaking their hearts.
L.W. // Heartbroken (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
Yang Reda Hanya Hujan Hujan turun begitu deras Rintiknya terdengar riuh Membasahi seluruh halaman rumah Lama Lama sekali hujan tak juga berhenti Mungkin Tuhan sedang mengabulkan doa Banyak petani yang bosan dengan kemarau di ladangnya . Selang beberapa jam Ia akhirnya reda Namun yang reda hanya hujan Bukan rinduku padamu, Tuan Pun yang mulai mengering Hanya tanah di jalan-jalan Bukan hati yang dibasahi kenangan. Medan, 9 Oktober 2015
Tia Setiawati (via karenapuisiituindah)
I don't know what is love. Is it to let go or to fight for?
You want a real jihad? Smile to your parents when you come home. Pray on time. Control your tongue, remind your brothers and sisters not to loosen theirs. Control your eyes, and control your thoughts.
Wisam Sharieff (via imaan-daar)
Aku berhenti berhitung.
Kau tau, walaupun aku orang yang tidak pandai matematika, aku termasuk orang yang suka 'menghitung'. Dulunya. Aku menghitung tahun, bulan, hari, bahkan menit. Dan kadang mungkin itu sedikit menyebalkan. Aku menghitung dari tanggal kapan kita bersama, menghitung jam saat bersamamu, aku bahkan menghitung menit perjalanan jarak dari rumahku ke rumahmu, bahkan jarak dari kantormu ke rumahmu. Lihat menyebalkan kan? Tapi aku menghitung karena menyenangkan saat mengetahui aku sudah mengenalmu cukup lama. Angka-angka itu menyenangkan. Lalu untuk berjaga-jaga, aku takut terjadi sesuatu padamu di jalan pulang, apalagi kamu tau sendiri jalan menuju rumahku dipenuhi truk-truk besar yang kadang membuatku bergidik sendiri saat mereka melintas. Aku menghitung karena aku khawatir. Tapi sekarang, aku sudah tidak menghitung lagi. Entah kenapa. Mungkin aku sudah semakin tua, aku malas berhitung. Atau mungkin karena hanya aku yang peduli hitungan hari itu. Aku juga tidak tau. Aku sudah berhenti berhitung, aku lupa kita ada di angka berapa. Tapi mungkin, aku berhenti berhitung karena aku takut. Takut tiba-tiba angka itu berhenti, dan tidak bertambah lagi. Kalau seperti itu, sebaiknya aku berhenti berhitung kan? Tidak ada batasan angka untuk kita. Dan kita menjadi tidak terbatas. To infinity and beyond?
My brother killed himself on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year and I missed four days of work and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’. My brother he was always a fan of beauty but what he did was not beautiful at all. And last week I got the news that one of my good friends from high school had overdosed (again) except this time she’d gone too far and now she was gone. And I had a hard time falling asleep at night and her mother hugged me tight and thanked me for coming to the service but I did not want to be there at all. This is not beautiful. The girl down the street would’ve turned 21 last year and I can scarcely imagine the wild times she would’ve (should’ve) had. But she is buried six feet deep after falling nearly 300 and she did not leave a note. This is not beautiful. My freshman year of college and my roommate was beautiful and how I wanted to be just like her. But she wore herself down till she was almost invisible and if you blinked you had to go and find her all over again. So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition but are paying her hospital bills watching their daughter crumble. This is not beautiful. So y’all can take your narcissistic romanticizing and glamorizing of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide and shove them as far up your ass as you possibly can. Starvation is not beautiful. Killing yourself is not beautiful. Sadness is not beautiful. This note I am writing is not beautiful. But you you are beautiful and it’s about damn time you start believing it.
(via fat—failure)
Love is simple and cute but also weird. Like, you’re on the phone with him, and he just took his medicine and out of sudden fall asleep. And you hear he’s breathing slowly as he sleep, and you’re happy. And just like that.
Kalau bukan denganku, mungkin tak akan menjadi serumit ini. Kalau bukan denganku, mungkin kamu tidak perlu membuang waktumu dengan percuma. Kalau bukan denganku, mungkin akan lebih dekat, kamu tidak perlu memutar balik kemudimu melewati jalan yang lebih jauh hanya untuk menemukan kebahagiaan. Kalau bukan denganku, mungkin sekarang kamu tinggal duduk menyesap teh hangatmu dirumah, bukan bermacet-macet ria di jalan yang entah apa namanya. Kalau bukan denganku, mungkin dia akan lebih manis, lebih dewasa, lebih bisa membanggakan jika dikenalkan ke rekan-rekan kerjamu, ke sahabat paling dekatmu di sekolah dulu. Karena ah, kau tau sendiri aku tidak bisa membawa diri dihadapan orang banyak dan baru kukenal. Sungguh, kalau bukan denganku, mungkin semuanya akan lebih mudah kan?
..and late at night, all i have in my head was; "Why don't you miss me?" "Why don't you miss me?" "Why don't you miss me?" ... ... ...
Du’a if you feel depressed
The Prophet said: “No person suffers any anxiety or grief, and says:
للّهُـمَّ إِنِّي عَبْـدُكَ ابْنُ عَبْـدِكَ ابْنُ أَمَتِـكَ نَاصِيَتِي بِيَـدِكَ، مَاضٍ فِيَّ حُكْمُكَ، عَدْلٌ فِيَّ قَضَاؤكَ أَسْأَلُـكَ بِكُلِّ اسْمٍ هُوَ لَكَ سَمَّـيْتَ بِهِ نَفْسَكَ أِوْ أَنْزَلْتَـهُ فِي كِتَابِكَ، أَوْ عَلَّمْـتَهُ أَحَداً مِنْ خَلْقِـكَ أَوِ اسْتَـأْثَرْتَ بِهِ فِي عِلْمِ الغَيْـبِ عِنْـدَكَ أَنْ تَجْـعَلَ القُرْآنَ رَبِيـعَ قَلْبِـي، وَنورَ صَـدْرِي وجَلَاءَ حُـزْنِي وذَهَابَ هَمِّـي
‘Allaahumma innee ‘abduka wa ibn ‘abdika wa ibn amatika, naasiyati bi yadika, maadin fiyya hukmuka, ‘adlun fiyya qadaa’uka, as’aluka bi kulli ismin huwa laka sammayta bihi nafsaka aw anzaltahu fi kitaabika aw ‘allamtahu ahadan min khalqika aw ista’tharta bihi fi ‘ilm il-ghaybi ‘andak an taj’ala al-Qur’aana rabee’ qalbi wa noor sadri wa jalaa’a huzni wa dhahaaba hammi’
“O Allaah, I am Your slave, son of Your slave, son of Your female slave, my forelock is in Your hand, Your command over me is forever executed and Your decree over me is just. I ask You by every Name belonging to You which You named Yourself with, or revealed in Your Book, or You taught to any of Your creation, or You have preserved in the knowledge of the unseen with You, that You make the Qur’aan the life of my heart and the light of my breast, and a departure for my sorrow and a release for my anxiety.”
Except Allaah will take away his sorrow and grief, and give him joy.
Ref: Musnad Ahmad (v. 1, p. 391)
Most relationships fail not because of the absence of love but because one person loves too much and the other loves too little.
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Ketika menikah dengan seseorang, maka kita tidak hanya menikah dengan sikap dan karakternya, atau keluarga dan adat istiadatnya. Tapi kita juga menikah dengan umur pasangan. Sesuatu yang tidak pernah kita tahu. Takdir. Kematian.
(dalam Surga yang Tak dirindukan, Asma Nadia)