Brave heart, darling




Living underneath the mango trees


"I must have flowers, always, and always." - Claude Monet (via ivyandbirch)

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"When we were filming Matt’s last moments as the doctor I found Jenna in the back crying and I just sort of held her and cried too and I was just like “I’m gonna make you tea!”" - Karen Gillan on Jenna Coleman (via devilstrapsandbowties)

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"

Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger.

But to love the sunset is not, as they say, one of the attributes of exile.

" - Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (via isaidtothestar)

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"If flowers can
teach themselves
how to bloom after
winter passes,
so can you." - Noor ShirazieSpringtime (via aestheticintrovert)

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"It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore." -

Love in the Time of Cholera

RIP dear Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, whose words carried colors no one else’s ever did.

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"You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes." - A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh (via observando)

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