Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.
—Stephenie Meyer, Twilight (The Twilight Saga, #1)
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.
—Stephenie Meyer, Twilight (The Twilight Saga, #1)
Teri meri nazrein hi iane hain sara jo majra
— Besharam Si Nazrein
It was just a good joint, good conversations and a good fuck
Then why did my inner child feel safe with you?
So, why aren't you guys together?
Because he is different in front of others
When Nachiketa said, "Tumi ashbe bolei akash meghla, brishti ekhono hoyeni. Tumi ashbe bolei krishnochura r phool gulo jhore jayeni"
And when Mahtim Shakib said, "Tumi brishti cheyecho bole, koto megher bhengechi mon. Ami nijer bolte, tomaye cheyechi"
And when Anjan Dutt said, "Raasta r koto soshta hotel e, boddho cabin e bondhi dujone, rudroshash koto protikkha"
Somehow, inherently, we have all lost someone we loved.
Sometimes, she is too much of everything—too sensitive,too generous, too intense, too adorable, too accepting.
She is mad, the kind of mad that makes you fall in love, and she doesn’t need much—some books to read, a warm touch, someone to love and to be loved.
—Something I'm Waiting to Tell You by Shravya Bhinder
Sometimes it goes very quiet in my heart, so quiet that all I hear is your name.
— Something I'm Waiting to Tell You by Shravya Bhinder
M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)
“Hoping for the best, prepared for the worst, and unsurprised by anything in between.”
— Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
“I don’t care what you do to me, but I don’t want you to hurt me. I’ve had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.”
— Haruki Murakami
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.”
— Azar Nafisi
But Park’s face was like art. And not weird, ugly art either. Park had the sort of face you painted because you didn’t want history to forget it.
If she showed him how much she needed him, he’d run away.
Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
—Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell
Art is life, then it is also true that life must become art
—Geisha by Liza Crihfield Dalby
—Srijita
-Srijita Sarkar
नैनों से बहते मेरे नैना
जुदाई को सहते मेरे नैना
What was he supposed to do? Forget her like a vivid dream? Or remember her like a distant reality?
— Cross You Heart, Take My Name.