Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.

Marianne Williamson (via babydontpullout)

Oh

(via sweetttnothingss)

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.

Langston Hughes (via ifnothingelsebekind)

(Source: observando, via ifnothingelsebekind)

Mystery is not a difficult quality to cultivate. You just talk about everything but yourself.
I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via larmoyante)

(via beforetheinkdries)

trustdoesntexist:

Kabul, Afghanistan 
mentalalchemy:

fuck, man. war is hell.