kintsukuroi jarrar

effervescence of a masochist

[despond1escence]

Movie: Five Easy Pieces

Director: Bob Ratelson

[weltenwellen]

Sonia Sanchez, from "Belly, Buttocks, and Straight Spines"

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Roses I painted 🖍️

[despond1escence]

life update: romanticizing my delusions

[buh-dass]

The Bollywood I love <3

[bazm-e-ishq]

مجھے بھیجا تھا دنیا دیکھنے کو

میں ایک چہرے کو تکتا رہ گیا

(Mujhy bheja tha dunya dekhny ko mein ik chahre ko takta reh gaya)

I was sent to see the world, but I had lost myself in only one face.

—Jaun Elia

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"I love you and I can't live without you" is fine,

but Fitzwilliam Darcy said: “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” 😩

[despond1escence]

I've always carved a hysterical obsession with experiencing things through my pen, which I was told to be filled with the spill of apricity. Fearful of losing any cherished memory to the weight of my despondency, I chronicled every beat of my heart. I immortalized you in every verse that I could ever write, to forever enshrine your essence in the celestial realms of my poetic flight. I wrote pages of metaphors that captured the way my heart swells in my chest when you look into my eyes, only to find that every parchment i touched was stained with you, every sea wave i heard whispered your name and every flower that bloomed carried your fragrance.

[despond1escence]

dheere dheere samajh aa raha Adele ne "The scars of your love remind me of us; They keep me thinking that we almost had it all" kyu Kahan tha

[despond1escence]

"To gaze at your dark eyes

what would I give."

[a-really-hot-caterpillar]

It's always "I'm thinking about you" and never "meri yaadon mein mere khwaabon mein roz aate ho tum, iss tarah se meri jaan mujhe kyu sataate ho tum"

[despond1escence]

- Chungking Express (1994)

[despond1escence]

There is a nostalgia for what never was, a grief for something you never had, a longing that doesn't know what it craves.

[despond1escence]

I was fascinated by strangers, wanted to know what food they ate and what dishes they ate it from, what movies they watched and what music they listened to, wanted to look under their beds and in their secret drawers and night tables and inside the pockets of their coats.

[despond1escence]

You are too nostalgic, you want memory to secure you, console you.

[despond1escence]

My darling, you hold so much sadness in your eyes. I can almost touch the scars of your soul and cry.

[despond1escence]

At least we‘ll always be under the same moon