Solitude.
You are the sun in my life.
So i rise before you do so i don’t miss any second of your existence before the night arrives.
They say everything that goes up,
Must come down,
So i know my time with you is limited,
And just like the sun sets,
I know you will too,
But even then,
I’ll cherish every second when the sun sets,
Like the sun my friend,
You are beautiful when rising,
And even more beautiful when you’re falling.
Friend.
Teach me about your grace and strength,
Friend.
do not compare yourself to her
she is beautiful
you are beautiful
you both are two different kinds of beautiful
you can’t compare the sun to the moon
and you shouldn’t
so when you see that woman
you say “god bless her” and “god bless me”
and keep it moving, love.
This
It ends or it doesn’t.
That’s what you say. That’s
how you get through it.
The tunnel, the night,
the pain, the love.
It ends or it doesn’t.
If the sun never comes up,
you find a way to live
without it.
If they don’t come back,
you sleep in the middle of the bed,
learn how to make enough coffee
for yourself alone.Adapt. Adjust.
It ends or it doesn’t.
It ends or it doesn’t.
We do not perish.
The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.
If knowledge had a face, it would have been more beautiful than the sun and the moon.
i think freckles, stretch marks, tattoos, bruises, birthmarks and scars are probably the coolest thing, you started with almost a blank canvas and look at u now, all this evidence that you’ve lived and the sun has shone on you and you’ve grown and maybe tripped up a few times and liked an image so much u made it a permanent part of u, beautiful.
That’s one of the most uplifting things I’ve read
We must look at ourselves as a beautiful garden that needs to be watered, that needs days with sun or days with rain, that needs some seeds to grow fruits or flowers and most of all, time to grow a little bit everyday. We must take care of it, as if it were not of us. Because we care most for those things that aren’t part, at all, of us.
A baby’s laughter is one of the most beautiful sounds you will ever hear. Unless it’s 3am. And you’re home alone. And you don’t have a baby.
Subtle bruises in the
tone of your voice
tell me the pain has
not yet evaporated,
that there is still more
healing to be done.
Let me be the army that
helps you win your war.
You’re not alone.
Beautiful.
(via sogandzakerhaghighi)How is it that those who pray at night are the most beautiful? Because they are alone with the All-Merciful who covers them with the light of His mercy.