She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)
(Source: avraham-chai, via borishothimself)
…among these trees, under this changeable and heavy sky."
By Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game
What does you heart want?
It’s the question the woman with sad eyes asks me in dreams. I wonder if she knows the answer. There’s such sorrow in her voice. As if she knows what I want and knows already that those things are stars in the sky, entirely out of reach, no matter how high on my toes I stand and stretch for them.
But stars sometimes fall."
By Sangu Mandanna, The Lost Girl