Sometimes, it’s not about how much you love someone.
It’s about timing.
I cared for her deeply, maybe even more than he ever will—
but he came at the right moment, and I didn’t.
It hurts, not because she chose him,
but because I never got the chance to show her what she truly meant to me.
There were no tears, but inside, it felt like something just broke.
People say time heals everything,
but time is also what took her away from me.
And the worst part is staying quiet,
pretending I’m fine,
while knowing that someone else is living the life I once dreamed of—
just because he got there first.
There's an art to oversharing while simultaneously making sure that people still know nothing about you.
“Someone will love you, but someone isn’t me.”
— Halsey
But how could you live and have no story to tell?
Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.
Love is buying someone a book and writing a note to them on the first page💌🤌🏻
hi hi have u read anything from emile zola??
i have never bought any book of him but i had read his book Germinal in ebook and really loved that.
enemies to lovers is so appealing in literature but if i ever met someone so outright rude in real life i wouldn't resist the urge to deck them on the spot
Someone said that the reason we like the enemies to lovers trope is that we love the idea of someone seeing the worse parts of us and falling in love with us regardless of them<33
Subah kay takht nasheen shaam ko mujrim thairay
Hum ne pal bhar mein naseebon ko badaltay dekha hai
— Bahadur Shah Zaffar
Made sure no one was left out but turns out I was one being left out