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— Osho (via minuty)
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“Life repeats itself mindlessly – unless you become mindful, it will go on repeating like a wheel.”
— Osho (via minuty)
I was on the edge, always. I was laughing - much louder and more frequently than anybody else. I burnt out quickly, so that sometimes, halfway through a coffee date, I would have to excuse myself. I didn’t love. My love wasn’t real. My love was a facade to prove that I could love, or that I could be loved in return. I chewed whilst giggling whilst wishing I was somewhere else. I was waiting and impatient. I felt like my happiness was so fragile even the pin prick of a needle would shatter it. My life was a series of earthquakes but my senses were not concrete; they were glass. My heart was not strong, except from when it was angry - so I was angry often; often I was furious. I was standing on the edge of a great precipice and I wondered if I had the courage to jump. Sometimes, I wanted to feel the sea dissolve my bones. I was laughing, much louder and more frequently than anybody else. Often, I wondered if I had any reason to.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #272 (via blossomfully)
july 12, 2017 // #a895bd
I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —
Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via luthienne)
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But why is it that you doubt the power of a sincere dua? What happened that you already look for entire forests when it was only yesterday you planted a tree?
ibtasem // وقت - ‘time’ (via ibtasem)
radical softness is my way of regaining strength for my abundance of emotions and mental illness. it means healing publicly and sharing my emotions without shame. hiding my mental breakdowns behind closed doors is damaging and adds to the stigma behind mental illness. i acknowledge that not everyone is able to share themselves freely and that certain privileges make this easier for others. my main intention with this work is to show that vulnerability is not a sign of weakness. strength does not have to mean turning off how you feel and being guarded. it can be sharing yourself openly. it can be putting energy into healing. it can be documenting your emotions in-order to make others feel less alone. it can be refusing to be sorry for how you feel. radical softness embraces tenderness and emotionality-however they may look.
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Something in tonight’s lecture really hit me. Nouman Ali Khan spoke about how the Quran said that we as Muslims were CHOSEN by Allah to be Muslims, because He knew we’d be capable to overcome similar trials as to the Prophets. Subhanallah. So many people in this dunya have come and gone, and WE were chosen to be Muslims. You and I, all of us. We did nothing to earn it, yet He sees us worthy enough. Alhamdulillah a thousand times.