Mehrana

Museum of failure, or gallery of trying?

[alexwizard]

तू रखले अपने दर्द अपने किस्से छुपाकर

वक्त तेरा भी आएगा तू बस इंतज़ार कर।

[uroldhomie]

Meri zindagi ka bhi koi maqsad huga mujhy sirf chand aur asman ki photos k liye to nahi paida kiya huga

[i-alwayslikedstrangecharacters]

"Anybody with artistic ambitions is always trying to reconnect with the way they saw things as a child." - Tim Burton.

[sternen--staub]

occasional posts from users

[ann-decart]

reblog if you make occasional posts

[cleolinda]

Sometimes I still hear my voice

[alexwizard]

You walked in on a random morning,

Was it Monday, or Tuesday?

But I waited so long that my wait ended,

How many Mondays, and Tuesdays?

You didn't have the courage,

But I saw that i had the faith,

Who wronged you will come around,

And I'll forgive them as cold as rage.

Awkward is merely a perspective,

You let the gap between for so long,

I healed and forgave and filled it with dust,

Even though I never knew I was this strong.

This turn was not for amateurs like us,

I had to adapt so much, so quick.

You're simply not the thought I had anymore,

And so I learnt the world is mean and sick.

There are no scores, no records to keep,

A chapter's done now and it's closed,

Just left with nostalgia and memories,

The pain and agony bloomed into a rose.

//closure to a 'faded love' relationship after two years//

[ashstfu]

mundane tasks like wiping down surfaces & folding the laundry can be spiritual practices and even blessings if we allow them to be

[ashstfu]

doing the dishes.. opening the windows to let in fresh air.. washing and changing bed linens.. baking a loaf of bread... neatening and nurturing the wardrobe.. sorting through clutter and the drawers.. organising the books... picking up things from the floor.. hand washing delicates..

[sinsear-aisteach]

pros of corded headphones:

Cant lose phone

dont need to charge headphones

they look cool and are amazing

cons of corded headphones:

Every doorknob in existence is now out to get you

[sinsear-aisteach]

glad this was a hit with corded headphone users

[alexwizard]

God give me the obliviousness of a man,

Liability of a woman lasts a lifespan.

Sensibility has given awful sensitivity,

I wish I could be a man and skip civility.

[moonstoast]

you can hate yourself all you want but the world is beautiful and it welcomes you

[wifegideonnav]

the fact that op turned off rbs is very very funny to me. anyway i want this post on my blog too.

[absoluteconceptofbeauty]

:/

[questions-for-the-universe]

"if you're a work of art, i'm standing too close, i can see the brush strokes"

-phoebe bridgers, icu

[alexwizard]

"Hasrat hi rahey to Acha hai, chand hasil hojae to chand kaha lagta hai"

[nmolesofadrenaline]

Suna hai bohat barishein hain tumhaare shehar mein? Zyda bheegna mat, Galat fehmiyaan dhul gayi, toh ham bohat yaad aayenge.

[alexwizard]

Suddenly feeling very lonely today. Almost like when the only thing to look forward to is myself, I don't want to do it. Also I am reminded of him. Kind of missing him. But in no way would he have helped any of my problems. So I am also reminded of all the dark phases i went through. All that I put up with. Countless of conversations on changing. Innumerable breakups and patch ups. Ultimately what I think I mean is, when someone/something makes you dream in a time when you are hopeless, you make it your everything. Even when it is not even close to it. You forget the numbing pain and anxiety they gave you. All because the few seconds of dreaming were beautiful.

[bauliya]

“stop traumadumping to your friends tell this to your therapist” my god they paywalled human connection

[witchnoru]

day 12 without my dad, I’ve decided i’m going to write a list of some of the new things i really hate:

I hate riding in the car

I hate those split second moments when i go to show him something or call him or look for him before i remember that he’s gone

I hate seeing my mom so broken

I hate talking about him in the past tense

I hate nighttime

I hate the question “how are you doing?”

I hate Teslas

I hate the passage of time

I hate funeral arrangements

I hate not knowing where he is

I hate how long it takes to get a death certificate

I hate Intensive care units

I hate the guilt i feel when i have happy moments

I hate that lump in your throat tightness in your chest feeling

I hate that he’ll never get to turn 50

I hate that to him i’ll always be 18

I hate that i wasn’t awake when he left that morning

I hate the “5 stages of grief”

I hate the thought of birthdays and holidays without him

I hate how he’s everywhere in every corner of my life but also nowhere

I hate the half drank can of fizzy water on his desk that he’ll never finish

I hate that this happened to him of all people

[ninasdrafts]

“I believe that when you lose someone you don’t necessarily learn how to live without them. You don’t have to. You build your life back up around the cracks they left. Around the gaping abyss in your heart. We’re so scared of letting go and moving on, of finally being happy - even years later - because a tiny part of us still thinks we’re supposed or expected to be grieving. The best thing we can do is to look for traces of the people we lost in every place we can think of, in their favourite songs, in photos, in everyday life - whenever we feel like they’re close. Don’t stop looking for signs. In the end it doesn’t matter if they’re really signs or coincidences. As long as we feel their presence in these signs, there is no reason to stop believing in them. We can choose to remember the beautiful memories. The funny ones. Those who make us forget we were ever sad in the first place, only lucky to have had them. To have had the chance to spend a fraction of our lives with them. We can keep them alive through conversations. Maybe we don’t have to let it all go in order to move on. You can always keep the parts that matter.”

— the parts that matter / n.j.