Be kind anyway.

“ Franz Kafka is Dead

He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. “Because then you’ll stop asking for me.” ”

—    Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)

“ No one ever tells you that people will leave your life, unannounced. Sometimes they leave the earth, sometimes they just leave you. Things continue. Tomorrow you will wake up and the sun will be kissing your eyelids and it will be a new day for you to drink too much coffee and reread an old book. You will be okay. No one ever tells you that, either. Days will melt together like some candle you burned down to scraps, and seasons will change. You will fall in and out of love with yourself more times than you’ll ever be able to count. It is important to take the time to appreciate your own fingerprints, your own skin. There will be days when it is all you have. ”

—    never forget to be kind to yourself. (via splitterherzen)

(via s-undayevenings)

“ You just have to play to your own strengths you were born with. If you’re born a water bender, you don’t say you wish you could be a fire bender just because you see people beautifying fire- no, you level your water bending shit up and start controlling people’s fucking blood! Screw fire. Screw it’s beauty. You got your own beauty, your own strength. ”

—    jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)

(via s-undayevenings)