“Loving someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.”
— A man called Ove, Fredrick Bachman.
“I didn’t come to you because of the first wind, nor would I leave you because of the last.”
I look at the same sky that rains on you <3
at this point i only need you in my life if you’re here to rail me or kill me. whatever you’re up to
Grabbing the amber rosary Rumi had left behind, I thanked God over and over again for giving me a true companion and prayed that his beautiful soul would never sober up from the drunkenness of Divine Love.
The feeling when they behave in the most childish way in front of you and no one else.
It's like they are opening their inner child to only you <3
M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)
all i’m saying is if you’d stop playing we could be the centre of attention at any place we walk in
Little did I know that I was making the most common and the most painful mistake women have made all throughout the ages: to naïvely think that with their love they can change the men they love.
خدا نے بنایا کیا خوب ماشااللہ تمھیں
Khuda ne banana kya khoob mashallah tumhe
God has made you so beautifully, mashallah