me: *sleeps for 4 hours* tired me: *sleeps for 8 hours* tired me: *sleeps for a week* tired me: *sleeps for a month* tired me: *sleeps for a year* still tired
real depression is when you stop loving the things you love
Gooey Cinnamon Roll Cake
“How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.”
— Khalil Gibran
Our story became like a flute, empty and hollow, and sounds sad. أصبحت حكايتنا كالناي، فارغة مجوفة، وصوتها حزين
Shahrazad al-Khalij (via nizariat)
“If it doesn’t break your heart It isn’t love If it doesn’t break your heart It’s not enough”
I just wish someone could explain to me Why I am most at peace when I am alone And most lonely when I stand in a crowded room.
Why is it that solitude is comforting
But loneliness is haunting?
(via inkyconstellations)
Seeing those who left, in a dream, is the most painful kind of meetings. رؤية الغائبين في الأحلام أشد أنواع اللقاء وجعا
(via nizariat)
Eternal silence of the sea.
I’m breathing.
Alive