(Source: annavonsyfert)
“It was wrong of me to put you through that.”
for lady-hawkeye
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and if you lost it all, and you lost it, we’ll still be there when your war is over
(Source: persabeth)
Phul gunaah, de dhup kaale,
Sapneyan vich khiran lagan
Mahik khire itar bhini
Dharkanan vich pasar jaaye.Flowers of sin, like some black sun,
Bloom in my dreams
Their perfume-sodden fragrance
Spreading through each heartbeat.
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It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.
Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H. (via rabbitinthemoon)
“She comes in colors everywhere”. Photographed by Marcus Palmqvist for Lula #6 Spring 2008
Waiting, waiting… For the person most important to me to wake up. Ten years, and nothing has changed. Going through memories that we all wished we could abandon. Waiting is so painful. Wake up… Faster. How long has it been since I prayed for this pain to take me instead. How strange, I’ve never stopped such thoughts, though my faith diminished years ago.
Afghan children play near a refugee camp in Peshawar (Pakistan) June 20, 2011.
More than 3.6 million Afghan refugees have returned to their home country from there during the past decade, while 1.7 million stayed due to long term armed conflict.
