@nirmohiyaa - Tumblr Blog

Berlin.📚📚📚

When Khalid Hosseini wrote "i was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does" i had to put the book down for a minute

bpdgotmelike

how difficult it is to have been an adult as a child and now a child as an adult

feral-ballad

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

zahraa17

The beauty of light and details.

marble-and-mahogany

autumn academia

purgetrooperfox

anyway I think life probably starts properly in your 30s and anyone who tells you that turning 30 a guarantee of your life's downhill spiral is a lying jackass. and probably trying to sell you something. like. age is a gift, you silly fools. signs that you've lived and aged aren't shameful, they're strength and beauty and the entire fucking point

joytri

a big thank you to the world for coffee, books, rain, ink stains, flowers and museums

happyheidi

deadbeatmaker

can’t wait to be a 40 year old woman who’s healed from her trauma and loves going grocery shopping and lives with lifelong but manageable mental illness. and gives people nice presents on their birthdays. and I’m looking forward to being 75 and sitting on the porch in the summer when the sun is shining.

hangmanapologist

I don’t want to answer emails I want to make breakfast in a sunny kitchen with the radio playing and drink coffee in the sun

arifables

“I was looking for a love unlike my parents’ love or my sister’s love or the love on a foreign kitchen floor. I wanted my own kitchen to keep clean and full of bread and milk and hot sauce and a big clean empty sink where I could wash my dishes. I wanted to forgive my mother and father for their misery and find myself a light man who lived buoyantly and to be both his light and his dark, serious baby.”

— Rebecca Dinerstein, The Sunlit Night (via fragmentarie)