a breath, a whisper, a word

you became like the coffee,
In the deliciousness, and the bitterness and the addiction.

—Mahmoud Darwish (via imnotchaste)

(Source: nizariat, via bibliofumes)

We’ve been taught a woman’s body will cause men to sin. We’re told that if a woman shows too much of her body men will do stupid things. Let’s be clear: A woman’s body is not dangerous to you. Her body will not cause you harm. It will not make you do stupid things. If you do stupid things, it is because you chose to do stupid things.

I love when it rains. I love unmade beds. I love that little gasp someone takes when their favorite character dies. I love how, when a person is drunk and you ask them a deep question, they become completely honest in that one moment. I love when people cherish the spaces between their fingers. I love when people stay. I love how, when someone doesn’t know how to use a camera, someone else will come up behind them, wrap their arms around them, and hold the camera steady for them, teaching them. I love the look in people’s eyes when they first wake up, because they look lost. And then familiarity reappears, and it’s magic because it’s as if they’ve found home again. You see, each of us can write a list of the things we love, and the list can go on for quite a while. But how long do you think it takes for someone to say “Myself”?

—Mackenzie E.B. (via imnotchaste)

(Source: unanqelic, via bibliofumes)

Though I may seem at times somewhat distant from you, through the gray mist of my own moods, I am never far; my thoughts always circle around you.

—Friedrich Nietzsche (via raspberrymilk)

ساکنان دریا بعد از مدتی صدای امواج دریا را نمی شنوند
چه تلخ است قصه ی عـــــــــــــادت

After a while, the residents of the sea do not hear the sound of the waves. How bitter it is, the story of routine.

—Unknown  (via baptides)

(Source: braceletofnoor, via blissful-wiccan)

I have learned that when sadness comes to visit me, all I can do is say “I see you.” I spend some time with it, get up, and say goodbye.
I don’t push it away, I own it.
And because I own it, I let it go.

It’s important to keep your feelings and your self worth in different places, because when feelings get hurt it shouldn’t change how you view yourself.