nothingeverything.

Maryam - 25 - Dubai

All the time that I’d been thinking, I cannot continue to live, I’d also had the opposite thought, which was by far the more unbearable: that I would continue to live, and that every day for the rest of my life I would have to live without my mother. Sometimes I forgot this, like a trick of the brain, a primitive survival mechanism. Somewhere, floating on the surface of my subconscious, I believed — I still believe — that if I endured without her for one year, or five years, or ten years, or twenty, she would be given back to me; that her absence was a ruse, a darkly comic literary device, a terrible and surreal dream.

I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that.

—Ernest Hemingway, Winner Take Nothing (via likeafieldmouse)

(Source: larmoyante, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

We can’t selectively numb emotion. Numb the dark and you numb the light.

—Brené Brown, Daring Greatly  (via human-voices)

(Source: pureblyss, via human-voices)

anenlighteningellipses:

portokalokokkinomala:

"Ησουν απο τα λιγα ονειρα που ενιωσα να τα αγγιζω και μου εδωσαν τα ματια σου ενα λογο για να ζησω."

"You were one of the few dreams I felt like touching and your eyes gave me a reason to live."

anenlighteningellipses:

portokalokokkinomala:

"Ησουν απο τα λιγα ονειρα που ενιωσα να τα αγγιζω και μου εδωσαν τα ματια σου ενα λογο για να ζησω."

"You were one of the few dreams I felt like touching and your eyes gave me a reason to live."

(via c-ovet)

I am learning how to compromise the wild dream ideals and the necessary realities without such screaming pain.

—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, edited by Karen V. Kukil (via litverve)

(via booklover)