One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’
Home tomorrow !! Eeeeeeeeeeeee
Sand mandala at Thikse Monastery, Ladakh, India.
My heart starts to hurt more and more every day I am still here :(
Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters (via nofatnowhip)
No one heals himself by wounding another.
In however many years, he’ll either be somebody you used to know or your husband. And the scary thing is, you just won’t ever know until that day comes.
This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to figure it’s going to be a long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via blackorgan)