You Are Killing Me, And You Are Keeping Me From Dying. That Is Love.

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.

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.

bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM

Holding on gets harder and harder everyday and I don’t really see myself having a future.

the feminine urge to just want to run away to the Scottish highlands and listen to Hozier all day and write poetry and read classics

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Dream Jobs :

— forest witch

— rich vampire's wife

— haunted bookstore owner

“You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.”

— Daniel Saint

When the poet said:

"Yaani yai khamoshi bhi kisi kaam ki nahi, yaani main bayaan kar ke batao ki udaas hoon.”

And Wajid Shaikh beautifully replied:

“Phir lazim tou nahi ke jo dil mein baste hon woh dil ka haal bhi jante ho?”

These lines made me stop for a while >>>

Exactly same yaarrrr!!!

Me to me here we go againnn😚💁🏻‍♀️😩

The Desi urge to wear the prettiest outfit with jhumkas and bindi with hair open and just play 'sawar loon' while doing it and romanticize every moment 😩😩🤲🤲