I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Guy de Maupassant  (via mirroir)

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It is worse to be wounded by words than a sword. Moroccan proverb (via themindofaprincess)

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you want the sad truth?

even if I forget you,

I’ll always miss you.

Haiku on Memory  (via emptieds)

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Will I be something?
Am I something?

And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be. Anis Mojgani  (via elauxe)

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