And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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this will always be my most favorite post on tumblr
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You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…. connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.
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The saddest part isn’t what you did to me but what I would have done for you.
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Even if everything hadn’t happened the way it did, that child part of me would still have disappeared. Imperceptibly over time. I just got too old, too fast. All at once.
Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility (via khadlja)
love has never been about physical appearance that’s why some people fall in love with people who live half way across the world. Love is and has always been two souls connecting and when your souls connect all of a sudden his eyes are brighter than the stars and her smile resembles the crescent of the moon.
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It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.
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I live in a world without magic or miracles. A place where there are no clairvoyants or shapeshifters, no angels or superhuman boys to save you. A place where people die and music disintegrates and things suck. I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet to walk.
Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility
If hers are the stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in between.
Nicholas Sparks, Dear John (via khadlja)
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qiyamah will only be established when there’s not a single person on this earth who believes in Allah.
look at it this way:
you are important enough to ward off qiyamah. that’s how valuable you are. as long as your heart believes in Him, the world won’t come to an end. you remember that next time someone tries to make you feel worthless or insignificant.