“And Once The Storm Is Over, You Won’t Remember How You Made It Through, How You Managed To Survive.

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. you won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. but one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

haruki murakami, kafka on the shore

it makes you stronger than ever

(via astound)

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3 years ago

arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “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" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" could have got jane austen crying and shaking

3 years ago
Frantic In My Fury I Had No Time For Decisions; I Only Remembered That Death In Battle Is Glorious.
Frantic In My Fury I Had No Time For Decisions; I Only Remembered That Death In Battle Is Glorious.

Frantic in my fury I had no time for decisions; I only remembered that death in battle is glorious.

- Virgil, The Aeneid

3 years ago

Damn.....

“Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships. So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.”

— (via hplyrikz)

Clear your mind here

(via hplyrikz)

3 years ago

I wonder if someone has ever thought of me so much at night that they couldn’t sleep

3 years ago

“Fall in love with ordinary. Fall in love with the everyday. Fall in love with brown eyes and small towns and a hand full of dandelions. Discover. Discover the crevices. Read the books that aren’t so popular, by little known authors who have a lot to offer. Listen to music that makes you think. Choose art that is buried in the corner of galleries, or on the street. Teach yourself to love the small things. The special but unnoticed things. Teach yourself how the ordinary is not so ordinary after all.”

— S. Zhao   (via blossomfully)

3 years ago

“…and we drink our coffee and pretend not to look at each other.”

— Charles Bukowski, Luck (via lescinemas)

3 years ago

Wouldn’t be amazing if you could see all of your female ancestors at like age 25? All at once? Like you walk into a room and they’ll all in order there and you could talk with them all and see the story of your lineage? What were they doing at my age? What did they all look like? Would they be proud of me?

3 years ago

“I Can’t Remember Where I Put My Phone Two Seconds Ago But I Vividly Remember Every Embarrassing Thing I’ve Said Or Done Since 2008” a book written by me

3 years ago
Wind In My Hair, I Was There

wind in my hair, i was there

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