The way she cried wasn’t fancy, It held no charm. It illuminated every trace of beauty in her, it wasn’t poetic as in the way they tell us in books and show us in movies. It’s not rain drops twinkling out of a distant cloudy sky, it was rather a mixture of water and soil. It was mud, dirty, messy and slippery. I’d look away if I hadn’t loved her,but I do look, blankly without doing anything. I hate mud! But then the magic comes and with her I know it always would. The way she dries up pulling her cracked face into a bend smile that crowds all her features enough for her eyes to sink back to her soul. That was weirdly beautiful. A wizardly smile and all of a sudden, just like that, I am in-love with mud. wanting to watch that all over again.
—Nada Fallatah (via observando)
The autumn is quiet and sunny. The autumn is all-forgiving. Autumn brings deliverance, and reveals all the secrets. It’s time to throw out the trash, to unravel the tangles, to store things and feelings for the wintertime. It is the time of self-love and peace. Autumn loves us more than we do. Every year she wraps us with her quietly rustling blanket, braids our hair in pigtails with wheat and flowers, heals our wounds smiling with the last rays of the sun. This fall has taught me to appreciate the time and listen to my heart. Thank you ♥
You found paradise in the Pacific Northwest. Somewhere between that mountain range and the stress stuffed in every corner of your brain. The mist blew across your face and you forgot every anxious thought you’ve ever had. All those lost opportunities and loves. All those days missed hiding in the comfort of your mind. You sat on the front porch of your consciousness and you could finally breathe.
'They say everything happens for a reason, you can be flawed enough but perfect for a person' ..