catmota:

Bottle Brush Trees
Jian Chong Min
"God is preparing you for greater things."(via hijabi-charm)

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zainablessa abaayo macaan, you’re right. Nowadays I don’t even listen, I feel like I’m browsing through everything but not actually taking anything in because everything is just way too heavy to process. Sigh

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I’ve officially stooped to the level of not wanting to hear what’s going on in the news. All this suffering is making me sick to my stomach. I know I can’t live in this little bubble of mine, but I can’t handle what goes down when I turn on the TV at 9pm.

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And when you choose a life partner, you’re choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times.

Intense shit.

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Wait But Why - How to Pick Your Life Partner (via ranjhana)

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j-doreme:

parrrachutes:

Re-thinking the whole “not wearing red on my wedding” thing

Me on my wedding day
"I hope my absence haunts you."(Six Word Story)

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"The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person."Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via larmoyante)

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mountaineous:

Moonlit Night on Annabessacook | Paul Whitworth
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There will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. Do it. Realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. Live with short hair for a while. It’ll grow.

You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.

In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.

Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.

People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.

You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.

At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.

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Practical Advice for Difficult Women (#20 - 9th December)

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