Buddhism is trying to look at things the way they are. The way it is, just as it is. It hurts. This is life. This is our life and our relation to life involves losing it too. You don’t get beyond these things.
W.S. Merwin (via thecalminside)
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.
Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone (via mustangblood)