ditsyxdaisy:

“I have a very childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness.”

— Richey Edwards (via rabbitinthemoon)

madeina1:

“إنها الثانية والنصف ولا شيء يستدعي لتروع نفسك ،هدير الخطوات القادمة باتجاهك ماهي سوى ضربات قلقك ، هدئ كوابيسك”

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speedwag:

i walked in on my 4 year old nephew sitting alone on his bed eating grapes in the dark and i didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he said “i don’t have answers”

violentwavesofemotion:

“I cannot allow myself any sort of happiness that does not, in some way or another, involve you.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West c. October 1927

the-book-diaries:

“We have already gone beyond whatever we have words for.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of The Idols

julaibib:

وَلَقَدْ نَعْلَمُ أَنَّكَ يَضِيقُ صَدْرُكَ بِمَا يَقُولُونَ

We are aware that your heart is strained by what they say.

— Surat Al-Hijr  15:97