But Park’s Face Was Like Art. And Not Weird, Ugly Art Either. Park Had The Sort Of Face You Painted

So, why aren't you guys together?

Because he is different in front of others

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

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

“Kiss me, my beloved, peel my heart down to the core,

Your lips are as sweet as cherry wine, pour me some more.”

THE SONG OF ACHILLES || Madeline Miller

"Loving you is like having sunshine locked in my heart, little rays of love escape me and shine like stars.. oh darling, I feel you even through the dark. And as the sunshine escapes me, it starts to spark.. igniting my soul into precious, flaming liquid art."

You are a day of sunshine darling and you belong in my heart - eUë

Read SOA and is now sobbing a river

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world."

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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

Maybe, in the end, our hopes were the wrong way around. But what am I, what are you, if not a misdiagnosis? And if so, is there a way out?

—Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes.

He's obsessed with her body right now. She likes him like this—kissing every part of her like he's deriving life force from it.

—When I am with you, Durjoy Datta.