" أحــــلام

forget the rain.
it’s summer and your skin smells like raspberries.
old films and poetry,
grass stains and wine. skinned knees.
hot nights sliding through the sheets,
yellow lamplight spilling on tangled limbs.
staying up late reading all the classics
and memorizing the names of every single
80’s album.
and being. just being.

― Writings for Winter: forget the rain

bluepueblo:

Winters Night, The Alps, Switzerland
photo via whatto

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

― Azar Nafisi

(Source: whatokay)

Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

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