#masters Of Disguise

This made me happy.

Some Like It Hot (1959) dir. Billy Wilder

Jeremy Clarkson crying over the memories of Top Gear and The Grand Tour

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LOVE LETTERS<333.

I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.

I wish I could write you a song,

So you’ll fall in love with me

I wish I was Orpheus or Pyramus or mirza

I wish I was Mahiwal and you were my Sohni

I hear these stories and you’re the one I think of,

I’m not supposed to, I know, but I’ve got no control.

I want to write down your name,

On a blank piece of paper,

And recite it all day, all night and again.

Like an echo in a cave,

I chant incessantly,

To me it is all the same

Heaven, God, Death and your name.

I wouldn’t turn my head,

I’d trust that you’re with me,

I wouldn’t stop and rest

Until we’d outran the peril

I would build you a boat,

You wouldn’t need a pitcher

I’d slay a lioness, or 108 suitors,

Who threatens you, my rage shall consume.

I wish to fight a war for a cause

Win or lose come home to you

What more do you want?

You’ve got an atheist wishing for you

To a God he doesn’t believe in

For a thing that he can’t get.

Bas itnaa saa khwaab haiiii <3

me irl