Writtenwordsandwhatnot

27.M.Nepal.Written Words.And.What Not.

“Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.”

—   Arthur Schopenhauer (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: observando, via aestheticintrovert)

“You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win.”

—   Ryan O’Connell, The People You Will Fall in Love With in Your 20s (via larmoyante)

(via rustyvoices)

“This year taught me that my loneliness has more to do with myself than anyone else. The loneliest I will ever be is when I do not have the strength to love myself.”

—   (via itsurdaddymeraj)

(Source: mariannapaige, via v-ous)

“Being broken hearted is like having broken ribs.
On the outside it looks like nothing’s wrong, but every breath hurts.”

—   (via louisvuitton-lover)

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Enjoying a hot beverage in this rather chilly evening. Kathmandu, Nepal.

metaphorformetaphor:

If you are too much like myself, what shall I learn of you, or you of me?

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings (Da Capo Press, 2005)

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langleav:

ayetnis:

I turn away
and close my heart—-
to the promise of love
that is luring.

For the past has taught
to not be caught,
in what is not
worth pursuing —

To never do
the things I’ve done
that once had led
to my undoing.

This sure is pretty! Thanks sweetie xo Lang 

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Love & Misadventure is available online via Amazon, BN.com + The Book Depository and Barnes & Noble, Kinokuniya, Books Actually, Fully Booked and other good book stores worldwide. 

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“You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.”

—   S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (via creatingaquietmind)

(via a-thousand-words)

metaphorformetaphor:

I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with her fingers, playing the melody of her touch. I looked at her face and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst my sleep like a bubble.

I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window, like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment she had a dream that rhymed with mine.

Rabindranath Tagore, section 28 from Lover’s gift and Crossing (University of California Libraries, 1918)

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