She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. 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 avraham-chai)
— Shanti (via grimoireandfaeries)
do you ever have a plan for the day and suddenly it’s 4pm and you’ve achieved literally nothing