Quote 13 Sep 3,006 notes
A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty.
— Unknown  (via lipstick-bullet)

(Source: psych-facts)

Quote 13 Sep 144 notes
Everyone always says that love was enough. It wasn’t. Not when your soul has been shattered.
— Abbi Glines, Fallen Too Far (via lipstick-bullet)
Quote 13 Sep 2,048 notes
After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.
— Sarah Dessen (Dreamland)
Quote 13 Sep 602 notes
How many times can a person break you heart?
— C.K Kelly Martin, I Know It’s Over (via lipstick-bullet)
Text 24 Aug 42 notes My last post

Dear God of broken hearts.
Today he celebrates his walima. Today I mourn for two: the one who was dearer to me than life and died, and the one who left as though the universe we had created was nothing after all.
The way I mourn is strange, my God. No one comes to give me condolences. Instead they tell me to smile, and so I do. I stand, I walk, I laugh, I work. But it is all forced and I am empty and so very broken. All I do is run from place to place looking for shelter. Maybe I drive all day and night because that is when I can weep.
My Lord, they say that you do not place such a burden on one’s shoulders that they cannot bear. But my Lord, my shoulders are so heavy, and I have no shoulders to rest on.
My God, I do not ask for happiness. The lines of my hand tell me that I am not destined to be happy. All I ask is to ease the pain when I breathe, to ease the way my heart bleeds when I wake and when I sleep. I am so very alone. I wish to ask for someone who can stand by me, stand for me. But I am scared, too scared to ever trust.
My God, I do not ask for justice. I know that each will be accountable for their wrongs whether I ask or not.
I pray only that I stay in his heart as a regret that never leaves him. I pray that his chest aches for me too, every morning and every night of his life.
I’m leaving this blog. I left everyone and everything for him. In the end I even left him, for him.
I know he is reading this. So I ask this: promise me one last thing at least. Promise that you will always remember the way the water sat in our eyes on the day we said goodbyes.

Text 23 Aug 14 notes

There is a fine line between hurt and anger. I am trying so hard not to complain about you to God.

Text 23 Aug 16 notes

Tonight she sleeps in your arms, in the home I dreamt of for years. Tonight I drive through the night, lost, from nowhere to nowhere.

Quote 23 Aug 875 notes
I leave my grief for midnight when I pour out my heart to God only.
— Mostafa Chamran (via sange-saboor)
Quote 23 Aug 38,851 notes
I hope my absence haunts you.
— (Six Word Story)

(Source: queen-ofqueens)

Photo 23 Aug 687,082 notes hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

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Text 23 Aug 4,054 notes

a-delicatesoul:

How do you sleep at night knowing you’ve caused distress to another human being? 

Quote 23 Aug 8,847 notes
وأصحى من الليل
أناديك
.وأبعت روحي تصحيك

And I wake up in the middle of the night,
Longing for you
And sending you my soul to wake you up.
— Abdel Halim Hafez  (via milksheikh)

Every night

(Source: inderacinable)

Photo 23 Aug 32,284 notes 
It’s the same rain you loved that drowned you.

It’s the same rain you loved that drowned you.

(Source: myarabicthoughts)

Quote 23 Aug 332,462 notes
Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
— S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via thenocturnals)

(Source: modernmethadone)

Quote 23 Aug 1,027 notes
We never really
belong to a place until we
lose someone we love;
we never really
know a city until we
start looking for them
around every corner.
—  Maza-Dohta (via monabasheer2)

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