Love is never completely directed at you. Friendship is as precarious as life. But hate never misses its mark, and it’s as certain as death.
Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins (via violentwavesofemotion)

how to take a test: cry on the paper and the choice closest to your tear is the answer

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meerca:

true bravery is reblogging a noteless textpost

We are more
Than the ticking clocks
Of each other’s hearts—
We speak of sleeping bags
Pillows and blankets
Sleeping in parks
Beneath the grand canopy
Of the stars
Two humans perfectly
Imperfect within
Each other’s embrace
We are made
For the moments
We will spend together
We are born for that time
And place—
Anywhere you are
With me
And I am with you.
We are meant for
Those moments
Endless as infinity.
"Infinity" by Radha Kistler {radhakistler.com} (via floatinginthethoughtstreams)
Two people who meet and share such a connection, do more than fall in love; they change each other deeply and irrevocably.
Unknown (via dahlia—noir)

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Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn   (via lipstick-bullet)

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random-expressions:

The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree,
But still hold hands…..

~~Unknown~~

If you love someone, but not ready to propose to her (through her walee). Then love her in silence. Because your silence means you respect her, for not pursuing her to make a haram relationship. Because your silence means you protect her heart. Because your silence is one of the proofs that you love her,means you respect your own self. The girl that you love is a person that ALLAH probably has chosen for you.
Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,
Only to someone who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.
Hafez (via tout-baigne)

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Photography: Qiu Photography

Men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths.
George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons (via bibliophilebunny)