She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a...– Dean Koontz, Lightning (via justalittlegreen)
may One be the proof that beauty still exists.– tf
a friend behind the pages
i am officially on school holidays - a wondrous break, if i may say. now, i have delightful lengths of time to spare. time to read and rekindled my love for getting lost in the pages, once again. reading as once said, is a mirror reflecting what you already have in you. so my search towards finding ‘me’ is probably tucked in between pages?. somewhere within the labyrinth of mindful...
knowledge is the taste of Wisdom’s sweetness :)– -tf
Be grateful. For this life is still worth living.– -tf
a visit to the temple
it’s almost midnight on this hectic Sabbath, when all of my day’s worth of devotion encompasses tiring hours of work and mindful studying. both less satisfying. now, im starting to struggle; welcoming the uninvited miserable nature of stress, nervousness and long haul of sleepless nights and unhealthy days of exhaustion. mind, once her temple’s shaken, weary and under pressure;...