KIROKAZE
No title available
Xuebing Du
Cosmic Funnies
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Today's Document
@theartofmadeline
No title available
wallacepolsom
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
No title available
ellievsbear
tannertan36
titsay
Origami Around
Peter Solarz
Game of Thrones Daily
d e v o n
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Albania
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@beyondthenames
Jazz & Love 💘
Jazz & Love 💘
It’s raining outside,There’s an obscurity about the way the light makes its way into the room. Do you have a late night jazz playlist?Do you dance to the rhythms of such profound loneliness? Or do you miss being lonely way too much? So much that you don’t want to dance, you just want to take it all in and not close your eyes.Because then it might become an intangible dream, a dream that you…
View On WordPress
Alternate universe
What is chaos?Is it the end of a kiss or is it the beginning,the roving need, to land a different touch each time. What is chaos?If it isn’t geographically placed in the middle of a beat tape?What is chaos after all?! I always meant to ask you,If I had flowers for lips, would you eat words right out my mouth?What would that be?Chaos! If my body was porcelainWould you touch me tenderly,or just…
View On WordPress
नई-पुरानी कहानी।
बड़े दिनों बाद मन किया कुछ लिखूं, Pen भी सूख रही है। और कुछ नही तो कम से कम, थोड़ी ink ही paper पे झटक दूँ, शब्द नहीं तो नई तस्वीर कोई बना लूँ।
फिर मेज़ पे जो notebook रखी है, वह भी अकेलापन जताने लगी। मैंने notebook खोली, तो पहले ही पन्ने पर एक पुरानी रचना मिली।
मैं सोच में पढ़ गयी, इस कागज़ को रंगीन नहीं, Black and white होना था।
फिर उस ही पल को Black and white सोचते ही लगा, ‘अरे! इस पन्ने पर तो…
View On WordPress
आंधी - तूफान या पहाड़ी सूकून?
आंधी – तूफान या पहाड़ी सूकून?
ये जो तुम्हारी आँखों में मिलता है, कैसा अधूरापन है?
ये कैसी दौड़ है, जो अकेलेपन से भागते हुए अकेलेपन की तरफ बढ़ती है।
अगर मैं पूछ पाती, तो क्या तुम बता देते की मैं क्या हूँ तुम्हारे लिए?
मुझे देखते हो तो क्या दिखता है आँखों में? आंधी – तूफान या पहाड़ी सूकून?
क्या है जो मेरे – तुम्हारे बीच बस घटता जा रहा है?
जो घटता तो हम से ही है, फिर भी जिस पर हम हक नहीं जता सकते।
अगर पढ रहे हो, तो आज बता…
View On WordPress
Hope is the warmest colour!
Hope is the warmest colour!
I’ve heard it from a lot of people, in a lot of places, that hope is a by-product of love; That it is because of love, that we hope.
I’d like to believe this not to be true. I’d like to hope that hope itself is more universal a concept.
Love without hope is nothing. Hope, on the other hand, is the beginning and the end of everything, It’s the very seed and the flower, the spring and fall.
There’s…
View On WordPress
Hey there!
At first, it’s like every other thing you forget. At first, it’s not the birthdays or the anniversaries.
At first, you won’t even notice, But a wasteland awaits all forgotten memories. The very first ones that form you and me.
You will forget how when I smile, It’s always from my body. You will forget the part of my favourite song, The one we danced to all night.
You will try, but this is too…
View On WordPress
तुम्हारे बाद।
कभी सोए में जागा सा एहसास हुआ है? जैसे दुनिया चल रही है अपनी गति में, और तुम थम गए हो? मुझे आज भी याद है, जब तुमने मुझे पहली बार प्यार से देखा था, तो ऐसा ही हुआ था। तुम्हारी नज़र मुझपे आके रुकी, और फिर कहीं गई ही नहीं। फिर मैंने उन दिनों में जब भी खुद को देखा, सोचा “किसी को इस तरह देख पाना भी तो प्यार है”। और सोच के ये मैंने खुद को देखना ही छोड़ दिया। आज यहाँ…
View On WordPress
Cigarettes after years!!!
You’ve left. It’s been some hours, months, years; Well who’s counting?!
I don’t miss you anymore. Even if it does come up, It’s always memories – distant, really.
I’ve forgotten the colour of your hair, And the shade of your eyes.
I don’t really remember the good, the bad; I bet you don’t as well.
I shrug the thought off, I admire the moon that much; Can take my mind off anything.
But, here’s a…
View On WordPress
Marriage story
I witnessed this film a few days ago and it still hasn’t been off my mind. Apart from all the technicalities that the makers ace, are the emotions. Emotions of which we are so fearful. Feelings that are unspeakable. Words, that say so much more than they are supposed to.
It’s sheer brilliance, the portrayal of two people so much in love and not. It’s heartbreaking to feel and haunting to see…
View On WordPress
Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind Joel: I can't see anything that I don't like about you.Clementine: But you will! But you will.
Bhavesh Joshi Superhero
हीरो पैदा नहीं होता, बनता है।
A fantastic emergence of a true Indian superhero in its purest sense, Bhavesh Joshi is a superb portrayal of how roots are monumental in The film actually alleviates the audience from the need of a suit or a supermobile or enhanced abilities for the quintessential superhero. It makes you feel a sense of power in your own common-ness. Bhavesh Joshi is a hero in and…
View On WordPress
Eternal sunshine of spotless mind Joel: I can't see anything that I don't like about you.Clementine: But you will! But you will.
The Receptacle There's so much that comes with the bloom of a flower and so much more that goes away with it.
राज़ हाथों में मेरे तुम्हे कई राज़ मिलेंगे,कुछ अफ़साने, कुछ साज़, कुछ अनकहे अलफ़ाज़ मिलेंगे।ये सब छोड़ आऊंगी तुम्हारे हाथों में मै,पढ लोगे तो कभी फिर और मिलेंगे।
The guernsey literary and potato peel pie society.
There is something so enriching about old farms, beautiful countrysides, lazy walks on the beach, and long picnics under a tree.
There is something so much more than enriching in finding love in strangers, in belonging to someone who you haven’t even met yet.
There is not one film I have fancied being in. Not until today. Now there is an exception.
View On WordPress
Fleeting
It’s always a fleeting moment, It just whooshes away like a falling star and you have to grab it, You have to, because it will get away if you don’t.
A star breaks and a million of its pieces scatter in the infinite sky, but not a million people are able to see it.
And there are no second chances here. An event of complete destruction only happens once.
View On WordPress
Hands I'm sure fascinated with you or not by looking (and even better, feeling) at the crevices and bumps and the length, and the gap between those fingers on your hands.