can calm itself,
so can you.
— meditation, nayyirah waheed (via rawalchemista)
Fuck fucking everything
Do you know how this feels? A part of my soul is being ripped away. Everything is broken. You were my hope. My soul is scattered in this mess. I’m broken.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
— Rumi, The Soul of Rumi (via larmoyante)
Sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too empty and sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too full.
— Yasmin Mogahed (via larmoyante)