To Share Many Interests With Someone And Freely Talk About It With Them Is Such A Breath Of Fresh Air

“There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.”

— Franz Kafka

आ कि वाबस्ता हैं उस हुस्न की यादें तुझ से ~

Poet: Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Wo kehte haina ke cheezein apne waqt mai qaid hai, jab sahi waqt ata hai toh sab hojata hai.

the masculine urge to make them feel safe, to remind them how lovely they are, to make them blush with the littlest compliments, to leave them notes, to buy them flowers and books, to cheer them up when they're not feeling good, to make them feel valid.

Parh parh ilam kitaabaan da tu, naam rakha lya kazi

Hath vich farh ke talwaaran tu, naam rakha lya ghazi

Makkey madeeney ghum aya tu, naam rakha lya haaji

Bulleya tu ki hasal kiita je yaar na rakheya raazi..

I find it so attractive when someone talks about wht they're passionate about. Seriously they could be rambling on about how much they love cats, or about smthng I don't even understand.

there's so much joy in living a private life. looking really good and not posting it, going to a new city and not telling anyone, getting a fancy dinner by yourself dressed up.... like it just feels like life.. i feel alive and less preformative

My toxic trait: I find it so offending when the person I hate, picks up one of my interests or starts listening to that one underrated artist I love. It's like sharing your room with the cousin whom you absolutely detest for some reason.

for some reason the most romantic thing i can think of is someone saying your name. the way it's supposed to be said. early in the morning. late at night. mouth full of food. a whisper. in sob. in laughter. stuttering. idk there's something about it that means more to me.

“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.”

- Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane