If you could excuse me for a moment, I have a standing engagement to make an asshat of myself. If you can't find me, I'll be the one making people feel awkward.
Although we grieve forever, the ways in which we grieve change with us over time.
It happens like this.
One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else—closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel—one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them—even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering—the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.
Though here is a word of warning—you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.
Lang Leav(via everythings-n0t-fine)
I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.
Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt (via mythologyofblue)