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"We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels."

-William Shakespeare

being a self-taught artist with no formal training is having done art seriously since you were a young teenager and only finding out that you’re supposed to do warm up sketches every time you’re about to work on serious art when you’re fuckin twenty-five

Ab to ummeed hi nahi hai usko ru-ba-ru dekhne ki,

Bas ek khwab mein mulaqat ho jaye, to zarurat nahi rahegi marne ki

Tumhein jab ru-ba-ru dekha karenge, ye socha hai bohot socha karenge.

Whenever I’ll get to see you face to face, I think I will think a lot.

— Mohsin Naqvi

So you got the thing that we both applied for and I didn't, and now you're calling me and explaining all the details about it and complaining about people there. Hmmmmm.

— September 7, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries

Tumhara hijr mana lun agar ijazat ho, main dil kisi se laga lun agar ijazat ho?

Tumhari yaad mein jeene ki aarzoo hai, kuch apna haal sambhal lun agar ijazat ho?

-Jaun Elia

Me: *stares into the void*

The Void: *stares back*

Me: *winks*

The Void: *blushes*

suni nahi zamaane ne teri meri kahaaniyaan, karde koyi nawaazishen karam mehrbaaniyaan ✨

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: July 12. Something moved me when I looked at her. END ID]