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'You'll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you'll be terrified of getting lost and that feeling is what'll help you find the way home.'
-Azra Tabassum

'You'll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you'll be terrified of getting lost and that feeling is what'll help you find the way home.'
-Azra Tabassum

— 1 week ago
#travel  #paris  #inspiration  #photography 
'Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.’
Perhaps because my time in this lovely place is coming to an end that I want to fill up my schedule every day, so much that my mind wouldn’t be able to feel the pressure of time and its dreadful ticking sound. But on a day like this, all I could do is slow down, watch that array of sunshine coloring the scenery, defining the surface, and breathe in the moment, the calmness and stillness so assuring that no amount of other crazy things in my to-do lists could ever bring. 

'Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.’

Perhaps because my time in this lovely place is coming to an end that I want to fill up my schedule every day, so much that my mind wouldn’t be able to feel the pressure of time and its dreadful ticking sound. But on a day like this, all I could do is slow down, watch that array of sunshine coloring the scenery, defining the surface, and breathe in the moment, the calmness and stillness so assuring that no amount of other crazy things in my to-do lists could ever bring. 

— 1 month ago
#writing  #haruki murakami  #inspiration  #london  #flowers 
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.”
- Ernest Hemingway, A Movable Feast

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.

- Ernest Hemingway, A Movable Feast

— 2 months ago with 1 note
#books  #inspiration  #gong li  #youth 
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down Don’t dance so fast Time is short The music won’t last Do you run through each day on the fly When you ask “How are you?” do you hear the reply? When the day is done, do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores running through your head? You’d better slow down Don’t dance so fast Time is short The music won’t last Ever told your child, We’ll do it tomorrow And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die ‘Cause you never had time to call and say “Hi”? You’d better slow down Don’t dance so fast Time is short The music won’t last When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift…. Thrown away… Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over.
- Slow Dance by David L. Weatherford

Have you ever watched kids
on a merry-go-round
Or listened to the rain
slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic
flight
Or gazed at the sun into the fading
night?

You better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last

Do you run through each day on the
fly
When you ask “How are you?”
do you hear the reply?

When the day is done,
do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
running through your head?

You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last

Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow
And in your haste, not see his
sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
‘Cause you never had time
to call and say “Hi”?

You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast
Time is short
The music won’t last When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting
there.
When you worry and hurry through your
day,
It is like an unopened gift….
Thrown away…

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

- Slow Dance by David L. Weatherford

— 2 months ago with 1 note
#inspiration  #slow down  #simple life  #poetry 




“I don’t think I’ve ever been truly in love, but this song brings back an entire state of mind and a whole load of memories… And I think one day this will have a whole new meaning attached to it. Because somehow I sense heartbreak coming into my life, because to some extent it’s been in everyone’s life. If this song won’t cure that heartbreak for me, nothing will.”
- someone on “I can’t make you love me”



maybe if I had turned my head to the other side when you came closer, I would not have made myself into such a fool.

I don’t think I’ve ever been truly in love, but this song brings back an entire state of mind and a whole load of memories… And I think one day this will have a whole new meaning attached to it. Because somehow I sense heartbreak coming into my life, because to some extent it’s been in everyone’s life. If this song won’t cure that heartbreak for me, nothing will.

- someone on “I can’t make you love me”

maybe if I had turned my head to the other side when you came closer, I would not have made myself into such a fool.
— 2 months ago
#photography  #inspiration  #icantmakeyouloveme 




“If it’s contrived, it’s not sexy. Sexy is when you laugh uncontrollably with a mouthful of coffee. Or when your eyes reveal exactly what you’re feeling when you look at someone you painfully desire. It’s when your hair falls across your mouth as you’re turning over in bed. Or when you’re sitting quietly on the couch absorbed in a good book with your hair in a messy up-do, glasses on your nose, no make-up and wearing thick, wooly socks that were stolen from his drawer. It’s springtime when you’re both pottering around in the vegetable patch and the afternoon sun hits your squinting eyes. It’s your distinguishable giggle from across the table at a noisy dinner party. It’s the tear glistening in the corner of your eye when you’re trying to be strong. It’s coming back from a run with pink cheeks and sweat at your temples. It’s responding to your lover’s passion with equal fervour. That, is damn sexy.” - Amalia

If it’s contrived, it’s not sexy. Sexy is when you laugh uncontrollably with a mouthful of coffee. Or when your eyes reveal exactly what you’re feeling when you look at someone you painfully desire. It’s when your hair falls across your mouth as you’re turning over in bed. Or when you’re sitting quietly on the couch absorbed in a good book with your hair in a messy up-do, glasses on your nose, no make-up and wearing thick, wooly socks that were stolen from his drawer. It’s springtime when you’re both pottering around in the vegetable patch and the afternoon sun hits your squinting eyes. It’s your distinguishable giggle from across the table at a noisy dinner party. It’s the tear glistening in the corner of your eye when you’re trying to be strong. It’s coming back from a run with pink cheeks and sweat at your temples. It’s responding to your lover’s passion with equal fervour. That, is damn sexy. - Amalia

(Source: garancedore.fr)

— 3 months ago with 4 notes
#inspiration  #sexy is content  #love 




“In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside. I think in my own way I’m aware of this danger - probably through experience - and that’s why I’ve had to constantly keep my body in motion, in some cases pushing myself to the limit, in order to heal the loneliness I feel inside and to put it in perspective. Not so much as an intentional act, but as an instinctive reaction.”
- What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami

In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside. I think in my own way I’m aware of this danger - probably through experience - and that’s why I’ve had to constantly keep my body in motion, in some cases pushing myself to the limit, in order to heal the loneliness I feel inside and to put it in perspective. Not so much as an intentional act, but as an instinctive reaction.

- What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami

— 4 months ago with 4 notes
#book  #inspiration  #free people  #photography  #life 
'I hope you’ll see the things I see. You’ll stand at the window where I stand, and lie down in the bed where I lie down, and read the books I read. If we could be together, even in that way… then that’s enough. Let’s think of it as being together. That’s enough for us to consider ourselves as happy as other lovers.'

- Secret Garden

'I hope you’ll see the things I see. You’ll stand at the window where I stand, and lie down in the bed where I lie down, and read the books I read. If we could be together, even in that way… then that’s enough. Let’s think of it as being together. That’s enough for us to consider ourselves as happy as other lovers.'

- Secret Garden

— 6 months ago with 2 notes
#travel  #vietnam  #inspiration  #love 
'I've really learned you don't have to fit in. No matter where you go, you're always going to be you and if they don't like you for who you are, then what's the point or being someone esle?'

My 22nd birthday is going to expire in 8 hours 25 minutes and all I have experienced during the day was insomina, discourage and disappoinment. But as Bukowski said - what matters most is how well you walk through the fire - I am going to make the remains of today great even if I am all alone scratching papers in a tiny cafe, because you can’t expect anyone to bring you happiness if you can’t even make yourself happy. 

And I will fly higher and run wilder as the years go by.

'I've really learned you don't have to fit in. No matter where you go, you're always going to be you and if they don't like you for who you are, then what's the point or being someone esle?'

My 22nd birthday is going to expire in 8 hours 25 minutes and all I have experienced during the day was insomina, discourage and disappoinment. But as Bukowski said - what matters most is how well you walk through the fire - I am going to make the remains of today great even if I am all alone scratching papers in a tiny cafe, because you can’t expect anyone to bring you happiness if you can’t even make yourself happy.

And I will fly higher and run wilder as the years go by.

— 6 months ago with 2 notes
#writing  #inspiration  #photography  #happy birthday 




“The thing about growing older, dear, is that you don’t ever stop being the age you were, you just add each new age to it. So I never envy the young, because I’m still twenty years old myself, and thirty, and forty, and so on. By the time you’re my age, you have so many selves to be, and draw upon, and enjoy, that I can only feel compassion for young people, who still have so very few.”

The thing about growing older, dear, is that you don’t ever stop being the age you were, you just add each new age to it. So I never envy the young, because I’m still twenty years old myself, and thirty, and forty, and so on. By the time you’re my age, you have so many selves to be, and draw upon, and enjoy, that I can only feel compassion for young people, who still have so very few.

(Source: http)

— 7 months ago
#inspiration  #travel  #penang  #me crazy