Is Vasl-e-yaar Just A Myth?

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>>>

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.

If you can’t stop the rain from falling, hold their hand and stand with them as the drops soak your souls together. If you can’t dry their tears, let your own eyes fill as you sit beside them and share their sorrow. And if you can’t bring sleep to their restless nights, stay awake with them, talking, dreaming, or just sitting in silence. Love is not about solutions; it’s about presence, connection, and showing them they’ll never face life alone.

The truest and most beautiful form of love is simply being there for someone. It’s not about fixing everything or making their pain disappear, but about standing by them through it all.

"I never allowed myself the illusion that my absence would leave someone broken or lost. I have always known that life moves on, that people find new people, and that no one is truly irreplaceable. We like to believe that our presence makes a difference, that our absence might leave a void, but the truth is, the world does not stop for anyone. People learn to fill the spaces left behind, sometimes with someone better, and sometimes, with the best they have ever known.

It’s a bittersweet realization—that no matter how deeply we love, how much we give, or how significant we think we are in someone’s life, they will move forward. And perhaps that’s the way it should be. After all, change is inevitable, and so is the way people come and go, leaving behind only memories that fade with time.”

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

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

i'm not Kafka but

my obsession with girls with no friends and utterly bad mental health>>

I love my solitude but i was meant to be a lover.

"Right in the middle of our life, on an ordinary day, the unthinkable happened. Everything went from ordinary to chaotic and there I stood, in the mess of it all, knowing there will now forever be a before and an after. That day."

—Sharyn Marsh, Leave Her Wild

Daydreaming about stuff that's probably never going to happen is my favourite hobby.