"Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: — you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars."
— E.E. Cummings (via chandr-a)
"How stupid of me; to think I was the only flower in your garden."
— 6 a.m. thoughts (via expiry)
"Believe me, one day you’ll get tired of all of it and your brain will just tell you that you’ve had enough. There will be no tears, no pain, no second thoughts, and it’ll be easy for you to walk away. Because the truth is, you have been slowly walking away, a step at a time, every time he breaks your heart. And when the time comes that it’ll be easy, it’ll be because the door is already right behind you, all you’ll have to do is turn, open it and leave."
— (via hefuckin)
"Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not."
— David Levithan (via wordsthat-speak)
"Two victims were a woman and girl, clutched in a lifeless embrace. “The bodies were charred like coal. I could not recognize the faces,” said Ahmad al-Sabooli, a 23-year-old farmer. Moving in closer, al-Sabooli realized that the woman and girl were his mother and 10-year-old sister. He also saw his father among the dead. “That is when I put my head in my hands and I cried,” he said."
Al-Sabooli’s mother had gone to Radaa with her husband for a doctor’s appointment; they had brought their daughter along for the ride. Most of the other passengers were farmers who went to Radaa to sell their crops. They included Mabruk al-Dobari, 14, who sold qat to support his family because his father was disabled. Rescuers found Mabruk’s body torn apart.(via sukoot)