Author : Shasha

Current city : Minneapolis, MN

This is about my life in the US, dedicated for those who wants to learn more

"Ku pohon restu dari mu oh ayah dan ibu Agar tercapai cita ku membela nasib mu"

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just-a-scratch-just-a-scar:

bands/depression blog
(credits to the original owner)

just-a-scratch-just-a-scar:

bands/depression blog

(credits to the original owner)

Half of me wants to stay right where I am, in this stressful place because it’s all that I know. There’s something comforting in daily routine and sameness. Like perhaps everything isn’t as bad as it appears, that maybe these things just take time to fix themselves. The other half wants me to leave and never come back, to forget everything about this place that I call home and settle somewhere else. Somewhere where no one knows me and I can live as I please without any questions or criticism.

Even if time fades specific memories, we remember that we loved something. And even if we forget why exactly that we loved it, we know that we did love it, and that itself is reason enough.

the-silence-of-time:

Goodbye op We Heart It

Yes, it’s hard, but I know I did it because I care not to hurt that special person’s feeling anymore.. 

the-silence-of-time:

Goodbye op We Heart It

Yes, it’s hard, but I know I did it because I care not to hurt that special person’s feeling anymore.. 

We experience this emotional roller coaster because we can never find stability and lasting peace until our attachment and dependency is on what is stable and lasting.

—Yasmin Mogahed  (via everythingisafairytale)

Dear Beloved,

If you ever thought of us, how could you do what you did?

I’ve been thinking over and over again, what’s on your mind when you took that decision? 

I’m not gonna be that silent girl anymore. I am gonna stand for my right and I am gonna challenge you to be able to deliver your responsibilities well. 

Dear Beloved,

You know you’re actually not in peace currently. And that is the punishment for doing something bad to us. 

Have you ever just lied down in bed? Feeling really sad. And it’s that point where you have stopped crying, but only because there are no tears left. You just lay there, miserable. And all you know is that there’s this misery filling up inside you.

Because of you

I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me

Because of you

I am afraid