The people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, no matter how far they wander.
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via feellng)
She was the primeval ocean and she emerged as herself of herself and all has come forth through and from her. She is self existent, and her nature is secret, a mystery to all.
Egyptian Book of the Dead
(Source: vijara, via wakingesoteric)