It's Attractive The Way You Sparkle When You Talk About The Things You Love.

The relationships that bring us pain, we must learn to let go of them, no matter how much it hurts. It may feel unbearable now, but sometimes, walking away is the only way to find peace. They may return one day, but by then, they will no longer hold a place in our hearts. Because the truth is, they never come back out of love or appreciation—they return only when regret consumes them, when they realize what they lost.

The ones who caused our suffering, the ones whose words or actions made us cry, may not see our worth today. But time has a way of revealing everything. The pain they gave us today will turn into the regret that haunts them tomorrow. And when they finally understand what they lost, when they wish they could turn back time, it will be too late.

Whatever our souls are made of her and mine are the same:/

The intimacy of sharing feelings and thoughts that were buried deep inside with someone who understands and listens to them patiently and acknowledges them and does not make you feel like you're too much is everything.

I wish I can just talk about things with someone. like sometimes I just want to say i'm depressed and lost and want to stop existing. but I don't want them to worry about me or be sad about my feelings. I don't want them to think "oh no idk how to comfort you" or "not this again." I don't want to be a burden or "toxic person". i just want them to understand and then we can go watch the sunset and drink chai or something.

Deleting all other social media accounts and using Tumblr all day is my way of saying I m not on social media

Hawas ki vaadiyon se door Haya ki chadar me

Hum bhi kisi se milenge, usool-e-shari'at ke mutabik💌

is vasl-e-yaar just a myth?

Truly knowing someone is a heavy burden, a torment not everyone can bear. If you start reading faces, friendships will shatter. If you learn to recognize the truth in people’s eyes, some will disgust you. And if you try to uncover the secrets buried deep in their hearts, you will find wounds darker than you ever imagined.

where can I find a lover? someone I can stare at the moon and stars with, or have crazy discussions about literature till 1 am with, someone who writes me love letters and reads me poetry with their head on my lap. someone to walk around museums and imitating art with>>>

My favourite loser is me when I start writing for somebody who’ll never feel the same. It’s the quiet kind of heartbreak—falling for someone in silence, pouring all this love into words they’ll never read. I romanticize every little thing they do, hold on to every conversation like it meant something, even if it was just small talk to them. I write like they’re the last soft thing left in the world, even when I know I’m just a passing thought. It hurts, carrying so many unspoken feelings, pretending it’s just admiration when it’s actually aching. But I keep doing it—because even if they don’t see me, at least I can say I felt something real.

When the pain becomes too much to explain. When we’ve done everything we could, and still watched it all fall apart, we tell ourselves it was fate. Bcuz sometimes, no matter how hard we try, things don’t work out. People leave. Dreams break. Plans fall through. And we sit with the pieces, wondering if it was ever in our hands to begin with. We call it Naseeb—not because we’re weak, but because we’re human. Letting go and believing it was meant to be… sometimes that’s the only way to choose peace over endless questions.

When things fall apart and we’re too tired to try again, we call it fate.

It’s easier that way—blaming the stars instead of facing how much we’ve lost, or how much we couldn’t fix. Sometimes we gave everything and still ended up with nothing. So we tell ourselves it wasn’t meant to be. And in the silence that follows, we live with all the “what ifs” we’ll never get answers to.