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)ppeanutttt)
There are so many fruits you haven’t tasted
so many beautiful songs you have not discovered
spices you’ve never heard of
and intriguing conversations you haven’t had
there are oceans you have not felt
and plants you’ve never seen
books you’ve never read
and souls your heart has not touched
this Earth is incredible.