When I’m around you, I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
— W.H. Auden (via observando)
The way she cried wasn’t fancy, It held no charm. It illuminated every trace of beauty in her, it wasn’t poetic as in the way they tell us in books and show us in movies. It’s not rain drops twinkling out of a distant cloudy sky, it was rather a mixture of water and soil. It was mud, dirty, messy and slippery. I’d look away if I hadn’t loved her,but I do look, blankly without doing anything. I hate mud! But then the magic comes and with her I know it always would. The way she dries up pulling her cracked face into a bend smile that crowds all her features enough for her eyes to sink back to her soul. That was weirdly beautiful. A wizardly smile and all of a sudden, just like that, I am in-love with mud. wanting to watch that all over again.
— Nada Fallatah (via observando)
"Even mistakes can be wonderful." - Robin Williams
I cannot compromise my respect for your love. You can keep your love, I will keep my respect.
— Amit Kalantri (via observando)