Marium Junaid

[purplebuddhaproject]

“It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.”

— J.K. Rowling (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[theanimalmemes]

I’m kinda glad I’m so difficult to deal with & understand bc then I know when someone stays around, they truly want to..

@sexual-texts (via sexual-texts)

[wnq-writers]

If I could, I would apologize to the sky and my room ceiling for all of the nights I’ve awkwardly stared at them remembering things I should have forgotten.

Maxwell Diawuoh (via wnq-writers)

[antigonick]

CHORUS : Why are you so in love with things unbearable?

Sophokles, Elektra (tr. by Anne Carson)

[thelovejournals]

They say you don’t get over someone until you find someone or something better. As humans, we don’t deal well with emptiness. Any empty space must be filled. Immediately. The pain of emptiness is too strong. It compels the victim to fill that place. A single moment with that empty spot causes excruciating pain. That’s why we run from distraction to distraction and from attachment to attachment.

Yasmin Mogahed (via thelovejournals)

[aaliyahroyle-deactivated2018122]

[noorshirazie]

do not allow anyone to become the light of your life. what will you do if they were to suddenly burn out?

Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

[noorshirazie]

[noorshirazie]

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[dastan-e-zindagi]

Ek hi dua hai meri apne rabb se, Mere un gunaahon ko baksh de, Jo meri duaa'on ko qubool hone nahi dete.

(via yamnairfan)

[goneonline-deactivated20170919]

this body was passed down to me through so many generations of women, it is the body of my mother, my grandmother, and her mother. We have the same hips and the same hands and the same strong legs, this is my only home, I wish I could love it more than I do

[samiwamsam]

You ever sit down to say your prayers and then make a dua and decide to talk to God about your deepest thoughts in life that you’ve never shared with anyone whatsoever and once you’re done, you get up and the first few breaths that you breathe are like you’re breathing a whole new different air, more fresh, like the freshest air ever. Almost magical

[noorshirazie]

i do not talk about you in my sleep, i talk to my sleep about you.

Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

[noorshirazie]

you were a craving that passed, a phase i do not wish to revisit.

Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

[poems-and-words]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

I loved you in a way I wished someone would love me.

Mahmdou Darwish (via abrilfox)

[hplyrikz]

I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.

Jenna, Waitress (via hplyrikz)

[wordsnquotes]

All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life — where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.

Miranda July, It Chooses You (via stolenwine)