She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her. Joyce Maynard, Labor Day (via larmoyante)
Sit with those who love God, for that enlightens the mind. Umar Ibn Al-Khattab (via muslimean)
Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has. unknown (via k—swan)