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In English we say : I don't trust anyone

But in urdu Wajid Shaikh said:

Kuch logo ke chehre mene itne kareeb se dekh liye,ke har kisi se mera yakeen uth gaya

TSH spoilers:

I feel like we as a fandom do not talk about Henry’s symbolism in TSH enough. Like, that dude is the literal embodiment of death, and I just think it’s so damn cool. I mean, his whole obsession with language and literature stemmed from the fact that he almost died in a car accident. And then every death we see in the book (the farmer’s, Bunny’s, and his very own) is directly at his hands. The others were accomplices, sure, but Henry’s the one who takes action every time. And in Francis’s failed suicide and Richard’s near death in the epilogue, they both see Henry, not Bunny or Charles or what have you.

Henry is not only obsessed with death, he IS death. He’s the reaper who’s friends toy with their mortality all the time through drugs and booze. The reason they all admire him is not only because of his size and stature and brilliance; it’s because he’s dangerous. If beauty is indeed terror, than he’s the most beautiful of them all. They all have the life preservation skills of a fly, so of course they love Henry. And of course his actions constantly bring them closer to danger and death.

Ek jaata hai to dosra aata hai, dukh bhai dukh

i sit in the sun. i drink tea. i recieve a message from my friend. i read a book. i take a walk. i fall in love with life a little bit.

Being with someone who wants to learn about your past history, not to punish or hurt you, but to learn how you need to be loved

Nothing will ever emotionally destroy you more than the constant need to be understood by people who over and over again have proved to you that they will not understand you.

-nipuna

Therapy? You mean holding hands, receiving love letters, buying books, watching full moon, getting tiny drops of rain splashed on your face, forehead kisses, reading while sitting on the library floor and pretending to be the main character.

donna tartt: literally writes an entire 600 page book about how it can be dangerous to do things just for the aesthetic

us, already making pinterest boards: oh to be a classics student in vermont in the 80s drinking whiskey from a teacup and occasionally murdering people 

"Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing."

– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment.