nocturnal

of eyes, hands, the moon, handwritten letters, candles, golden hours, music, poetry, cigarettes, flowers, & slow dances.

[justanotherspeck]

Welcome to Night Vale: Ep. 100, Toast

[dastur-e-ishq]

ہمت التجا نہیں باقی، ضبط کا حوصلہ نہیں باقی

himmat-e-iltijā nahīñ baaqī zabt kā hausla nahīñ baaqī

اک تری دید چھن گئی مجھ سے، ورنہ دنیا میں کیا نہیں باقی

ik tirī deed chhin ga.ī mujh se varna duniyā meñ kyā nahīñ baaqī

[oblivionisinevitableeee]

Without you,

the world is too empty, too quiet.

Black and white.

Am I colourblind?

Or were you my eyes?

[dastur-e-ishq]

“Ghar meiñ kitna sannaata hai, bāhar kitna shor // Yã dunya dīwañī hai ya mera dil hai chor.”

How quiet it is in the house, how noisy it is outside // Either the world is frenzied (lover) or my heart is a thief.

— Ahmed Faraz احمد فراز

[knight-sapphic]

Different love languages:

Knowing someone's coffee/food order

"Saw this and thought of you" texts

Falling asleep on their shoulder

"Drive safe" and "text me when you get home"

Having nicknames for eachother

[flowerytale]

Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to his wife Véra (Berlin, 8 November 1923)

[wedarkacademia]

a loving touch whispers, "You are seen, heard, and cherished" ~ pia

[starlightacademia]

Hiraeth (n.)

a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

[oblivionisinevitableeee]

Your heart is the safest place I have ever dwelled in.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I feel as though there is no one for me but the moon.”

— Jay Vespertine via letsbelonelytogetherr

[bzahsee]

"Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved.

Still, there is this horror at being left behind."

Michael Cunningham, from "The Hours"

[lillyli-74]

Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.

~Michael Cunningham

[deviika]

if we ever stop talking and you don't know how to get back to me, just send me a picture of moon.

[deviika]

Why is it always ily and never i want to knit your veins with mine under the moon and stars?

[deviika]

Jane O. Wayne // Kate Jacobs

[pyaariposting]

"ae gardish-e-ayyām hameñ rañj bahut hai //kuchh ḳhvāb the aaise ki bikharne ke nahīñ the"

- oh change of fortune i am in a great grief, some dreams were not meant to be broken

Zakariya Shaz

[mahv-e-hayaat-deactivated202402]

Tumhari muskan se sudhar jati hai tabiyat meri

batao na tum ishq karte ho ya ilaaj

Yours is the light by which my spirit born;

you are my sun, my moon and all my stars

- E.E. Cummings