an angel flys like a 나비
omame:

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n3rk:

i am soo yung 

this iconic scene

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why am I even up so early
if I rest any longer though ahh

I was in Japan so I called him (TOP). I said “I’m sorry I can’t go to the hospital.” And he said “That’s okay, I won’t go to your wedding”
koreanmodel:

Choi Ara for Ceci Korea June 2013

shes so pretty

koreanmodel:

Choi Ara for Ceci Korea June 2013

shes so pretty

little-druid-faerie:

How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?

(Source: thedruidsforest, via poodamachi)

tas-nia thank you ma ♡

I wanna sleep in Afsana’s bed again, her beds cosy af but I cba going to hers lool tafs geting worse >://

suffocating

vicks is my bredrin again

All of this love. Every piece. Every part of all the love in this world. The love they make poems with. The love of spellbinding novel. The love in songs. The love they tried to capture in a movie. The love of a mother for her child, of a child for her father. The love that liberates. The love that enslaves. The love you win. The love you lose. The love you chase. The love you live for. The love you know you’d die for. The love that makes men bleed. The love that swords have killed for. The love of fairytales and tragedy.

It is all just a reflection.

An echo. Of one single Source. Of a single love that you know, and I know, because we knew it before we could know. We were loved before we could love. You were given before you could give or know what it was to give. It is the love that your heart was created to know. It is the love that creates and sustains all love. It is the love that was before—and will remain after all else has passed away.

It is the love that was before…and will remain after all echoes have passed away.

There’s nothing like the moon high in the sky
to remind you that it’s going to be alright.
I don’t get to see many stars in New York City
so when I see a night sky filled with them,
it eases me.

I’d rather count stars than the things
I find wrong with myself, or my own problems.
They say count your blessings but as I grow older,
I forget to pray on most nights.

My brother said he’d rather make people happy
rather than be happier, himself.
I said I couldn’t.
I would never be that good hearted;
as important as it is to be kind to others,
it is just as important to be nice to yourself.
I think I’ve sacrificed a good portion of my own smiles
to satisfy others in the past,
and I don’t have that much time to waste on pleasing them anymore.

Some nights I cry.
Some nights I cannot shed a tear.
Some nights I cannot sleep.

I am awake with the moon,
wasting time until the sun rises to start a new day.
And I keep hoping that a new dawn will bring me a new beginning,
I keep hoping maybe all my worries and problems
will disappear but I know that will never be true.

Night will hit once more,
and it is the same routine all over again.

I started to tell him about my newest read, a teen romance novel which was surprising because that usually isn’t my favorite kind of book. But with this one, I fell in love since the very first page. I said it was because it reminded me of myself and the love I wish I had received back then. And I couldn’t help but relate to all the quotes and the thoughts of the main character because they were the words I could never say aloud, either.

He said, “Wow you sound like such a girl right now. That’s the girliest thing you’ve said.” But I didn’t see what was wrong with it.

I am a girl; I didn’t see the wrongdoing in acting like one. I mean, I didn’t know that finding a part of myself in a character would make me too much of a “girl” or “too girly.” Does it make me somehow sound weak and fragile? What’s wrong with wishing for a little romance in life?

I think it takes courage to fall in love. So many people run from it. Only the strong ones find it in their soul to stay. I don’t think love makes you weak. Love gives you power. Love gives you strength. Love is the one thing that will make you fearless, as if you were never afraid of a damn thing in your life.