“She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.”
— Alice Hoffman (via quotemadness)

if i look back, i am lost
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Jules of Nature
we're not kids anymore.
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“She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.”
— Alice Hoffman (via quotemadness)
"Kada oči ugledaju majku, prvo joj duša poleti u zagrljaj, pa tek onda tijelo.
Allahu, sačuvaj naše majke. Amin!"
("Majčine riječi" Semir Krnjić)
'Snow' by Jane Newland
Zinaida Gippius
and one day, if i’m lucky enough. i will find someone who will actually enjoy my presence and the person i am enough, to choose me. over and over again. just like i will choose them and love them. one day
"What good is the warmth of summer without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?"
— John Steinbeck
“I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”
— John Green, Looking for Alaska
dagger & knife earrings by Regal Rose
The Meeting
Isn't it crazy how we will all be in drastically different stages of our lives by this time next year? And then again and again and again.
you’re always going to look back and see that you could have done things differently. doing your best right now is enough
hadal ‘love language' robe
Embroidered onto the sleeve is an Arabic love poem by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish. It reads: قالوا: تموت بها حبـاًً، فقلـت لهـم ألا اذكروها علـى قبـري فتحيينـي English translation: They asked “Do you love her to death?” I said “Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.” All proceeds from Hadal’s ‘Love Language’ pieces will be donated to Palestinian aid organisations.
november is for sleeping. why else would it be dark in 5pm?? roses are red, it's dark out, go to bed
Fadi, his wife Nour, and their baby Fayrouz, three laughter Israel has silenced forever.