Apr 03 · 1,955 notes · reblog

It’s strange; I used to have a jumble of words swimming around in my head. They assembled themselves into sentences and paragraphs. They spoke about everything, but mostly judgments and prejudgments. Now my mind is less busy (except in times of distress) and I generally feel content most of the time. Is it the beginning of maturity, or is it a case of not using my mind as often?

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Mar 30 · 371 notes · reblog

You are where I want to be, where I feel safe and warm.
Mar 25 · reblog

collections that are raw as fuck zuhair murad pre-fall 2014

Mar 23 · 170,463 notes · reblog


Yang dirasa bukan benci,
tapi harapan yang pupus
dan khilaf karena pernah berharap.

Dan wanita itu bertanya,
akankah ia berlari menyongsong
tatkala matahari muncul?
Atau akankah ia tenggelam
dalam musnahnya asa?

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