The Feeling When They Behave In The Most Childish Way In Front Of You And No One Else.

Scam

Words are oblivious in belittling my emotions

Quarrying into these veins that pumps scarlet

Scared for life they see the prey shaking

Of anger? Of fear? Of Disgust?

Sanctuaries are vanquished in holy names of covetousness

Proclaims their admiration by using daggers

Pointed at the cause of all sin: the heart

Contrary to the vehemence that I feel

Violated and denied the prerogatives offered to me at birth

Silent are the behest of the laws of the soul

~Srijita

"I have never loved a man as I love you, and I never shall again."

— Apsara Menaka

Menaka's Choice, by Kavita Kané

The feminine urge to watch Pride and Prejudice(2005) the movie, instead of reading the novel.

all i’m saying is if you’d stop playing we could be the centre of attention at any place we walk in

इश्क़

इश्क़ हरा देता है सब को, मैं हारा हुआ हूं

खारे इश्क़ से शक्कर सा मीठा हुआ हूं

ऐ तेज़ हवा ! मैं सूखा पत्ता सामने तेरे हूं

जानता नहीं किस तरफ़ जा कर मैं गिरूं

😩❤🥀

The desi urge to start wearing Anklets and make promise bracelets 🤍

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

— Azar Nafisi

THE SONG OF ACHILLES || Madeline Miller

I reread our texts. I cry to the words that made me laugh.

I hold onto to my crumbling self, as it drifts apart in your memories.

“Loving someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.”

— A man called Ove, Fredrick Bachman.