
"از عشق هر آنچه مانده در خاطر من
بوي گل سنجد است و رنگ گل نار
The remnants of love in my memory:
Scent of berry blossoms & the color of pomegranate"
written by Qahar Aasi (via honeyandelixir)
بوي گل سنجد است و رنگ گل نار
The remnants of love in my memory:
Scent of berry blossoms & the color of pomegranate"
written by Qahar Aasi (via honeyandelixir)
North American Purgatory, Marc Trujillo
oh my…. god
(Source: faithistorment.com, via 18426)
"It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple."
written by Rabindranath Tagore
(via lazyyogi)
written by Rabindranath Tagore
(via lazyyogi)
(Source: lazyyogi, via negromodelo)
"I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes."
written by Anna Peters
(via wordsnquotes)
written by Anna Peters
(via wordsnquotes)
(Source: wordsnquotes.com, via wordsnquotes)









