the hardest thing is when ur going through something terrible there is an awful middle phase of it when u don’t know if u can get through it or if you’ll ever be okay again and the truth is always you will get through it and you will absolutely be okay again but u just cant see it at the time
(via bakwaaas)
The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you
(via soracities)
you think you’re waiting for love to find you when in reality it has saved you in a thousand different ways since the sun rose today
Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “The way I was taught to love”
[Text ID: “Half daughter, / half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.”]
(via brownandwhat)
- Yohji Yamamoto (via quotemadness)
(Source: quotemadness.com, via quotemadness)
Ek safar mein koi do baar nahi lutt sakta
Ab dobara teri chahat nahi ki ja sakti
Jamal Ehsani / جمال احسانی
The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation – a week’s, ten days’ – what does it matter? since my whole life belongs to you.
— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra