There are certain days when it just aches, plain and simple. I’m learning more and more that every emotion does, in fact, pass and it won’t last forever. I know this emptiness and feeling of what not longer is will pass. No more trying to fight it. Just let it be and let it pass when it’s ready.
art is giving yourself permission to translate life. exactly the way you feel. see. and hear it. be the artist you are. give yourself permission to speak your own language.
— nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
— Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via shayeofodile)