Shooting After Asking About Religion Is Terrorism. Okay.

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.

Zindagi naamunkinaat ka dusra naam hai, Naamumkinaat, ittefaaqaat, waqeyat. Aur inme se kissi par bhi hamara koi ikhtiyaar nahin hota.

How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?

I love your url!

Thank you 🌻

Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.

i wholeheartedly believe girls who are on tumblr deserve fairy wings.

no hope of being held

Ab tou ghabraa ke ye kehtay hein kai marr jaenge, Marr kai bhi chain na paaya to kidhar jaenge?

People wear masks so well that their smiles can hide storms, their laughter can silence screams, and their words can be nothing but illusions. Sometimes, the ones closest to us carry the deepest betrayals, and the ones we trust the most are the ones who hurt us in ways we never saw coming.

But perhaps that’s why silence is a blessing. To know too much is to suffer too much. Maybe that’s why only God has the strength to bear it all—to see everything, to know every hidden sorrow, every untold lie, every silent cry, and yet, remain quiet.

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 I could, I would apologize to the sky and my room ceiling for all of the nights I’ve awkwardly stared at them remembering things I should have forgotten.”

— Maxwell Diawuoh