A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.Irish proverb (via mild-clouds)
He: I kiss you :)
He: Shit i meant *Miss you. Stupid Autocorrect
She: Oh okay :)
They are best friends now!
Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may again touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey-castle sequence of bumpings-into and tumblings-apart.Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet (via wordsnquotes)
I’ve stopped drinking for drunkenness, and started drinking to drown.Exactly how I feel.
We can love completely what we cannot completely understand.Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories (via wordsnquotes)
We all go a little mad sometimes.Norman Bates (Anthony Perkins), Psycho (1960)
It doesn’t interest me… what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me… how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me… what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know… if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know… if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me.. if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know… if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know… if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, Yes.
It doesn’t interest me… to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done…
It doesn’t interest me… who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me..where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know… if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.Oriah, “The Invitation” (via wordsnquotes)
You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.this is so important (via aureat)
inshallah, inshallah, inshallah.a reminder to myself that this, too, shall pass… (via infinite-)
My Mom Can Predict Future, “Tere Bache Bhi Teri Tarah Kaamchor Honge…" She says. >.<