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I forgive not because I became a saint, but because I’m tired of hating.
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Paulo Coelho (via iibrahim) (via beautifulqalb) |
If I’ve done you harm or wronged you, forgive me.
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It is important that we have the inner richness to be able to look up at the stars or the moon and compose a poem once in a while. When we open wide our minds and fix our gaze on the universe, we fix our gaze on our own life.
| Daisaku Ikeda (via revertoujours) |
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Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep…feel it all – look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love.
You know, it’s one of those moments where you find yourself alone somewhere, and the memories begin flooding in one after the other. Everything becomes so surreal, and you wonder whether you’ve been granted the chance to go back in time, or if your mind and soul have just taken refuge within those memories. You feel the teardrops coming down your face as each emotion fights its way through the mess that has built up. You feel that everything has been broken, and you find no meaning in the things that meant the world to you just a while ago, and all you can do is just lay down with tears in your eyes and desperately hope for it to pass. Yeah, it’s just one of those moments.
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tansheer.: Crossing the Border in a Hijab (is fun) →
Crossing the border is loads of fun; especially if you’re hijabi! Boy oh boy, too fun. I love it. I think you’d really enjoy it. Even if you’re not a hijabi (or even a woman), I suggest throwing a scarf over your head and trying to get across. I don’t care if your name is Jonathan or Janice, you…
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I saw Pep cry twice, once of happiness, once of sadness. In Abu Dhabi, the whole world saw it. Other time was when he called me to tell about Abidal. He couldn’t stop crying, he couldn’t speak…
| Manel Estiarte, Pep’s right-hand man and best friend, in an amazing interview for El Pais (via ladyayne) |
Heart just melted
I order a salad, and the lady asks if I want fried chicken or grilled chicken. Girl, if I wanted fried chicken I would have ordered the chicken wrap, or geez I don’t know.. the CHICKEN STRIPS!
