Lost Space

A lost butterfly trying to find its home.🦋

[askyea-poesy]

She said that she always wanted to be a poet, but I can tell deep down all she really wanted was to be somebody's poem.

H. Phan

[parisdimi]

i wonder if i ever (really) made you happy, or if i was just convenient—just there. i wonder if i was the anchor you needed until it became too much, until the weight was unwanted, and you remembered how to live without me.

— yshro.

[nirmiti]

almost forgot how gorgeous looking this movie actually was 🍂

[feistyfaerie]

Musubi - The flow of time.

[fatefuly]

[feistyfaerie]

Bzz bzz 🐝

[ecosdaescurida0]

[kh55]

⁵⁵

[feistyfaerie]

Want someone to look at me like this 🥺😭

[lanndscape]

[feistyfaerie]

Mew mew

[well-wisher31]

[makan-feelins]

On the horizon, the sun bids farewell, painting the sky with tones that burn and give way, a palette of reds, oranges and golds, like the fire of desire in intertwined bodies. The air is filled with a deep calm, each whisper of the wind a fertile caress. The light blurs, merges in the sea, like two souls meeting in love. The instant stretches, like a heartbeat, anticipation grows, time has given way. And at that moment, when the sun goes down, a wave of pleasure in the chest exults. The beauty of the sunset is an eternal song, a reflection of the passion that burns within. Both are a climax of life and being, where light and shadow find their power. When the last ray kisses the shore, the explosion of colours is like a single spark. And in the silence that follows the dance of the day, satisfaction resounds in pure harmony. So, in every sunset we admire, we find the echo of what we love. The pleasure of watching the day fade away, is like an orgasm that intoxicates the soul. intoxicates.

[feistyfaerie]

Till death puts me to sleep, I shall wreathe and write.

- m.

[feistyfaerie]

I wonder when I die,

Will my diaries be burnt? Will they be read and made fun of? Or someone down my family line will have the guts to say that whoever I was, and however I was,

I lived a complete life with imperfections.

[joytri]

[feistyfaerie]

Relatable.

[feistyfaerie]

When they say,

Be like Water.

They forget to mention that you should never dream of a lake, you should be a river turning into a waterfall. Why?

Because only when you tread your path and fall to your knees, shall you find your voice.

[feistyfaerie]

Allah ke siwa har muhabbat ko zawaal hai.

Kyunke har muhabbat ki ibtidah Allah se hai. Tumhein muhabbat ke laiq bhi usi ne banaya. Tumhein muhabbat karna bhi usi ne sikhaya.

To jisne tumhein muhabbat se bnaya aur phir tumhein usi sift se nawaza, uski jagah tum kisi aur ko kaisey de saktey ho?

Insan ho na, ghalti ka putla bhi usi ne banaya, Jab vo tumse tumhari pasandeeda cheez leleta hai to vo tumhein majbur kardeta hai ke tum sirf usi ki muhabbat ke kail hojao.

Aur phir kehta hai,

Ae Ibn Adam, bol. Tera mere siwa koi hai?

[komal01]

Mil jaye sab kuch zindagi mein, toh fariyaad kiski karoge;

Mulaqaat hone lage jo roz, toh yaad kisse karoge!

[feistyfaerie]

اتنی موم کہاں کہ آگ پگلا دے

اتنی سخت بھی نہیں کہ پانی تراش نہ سکے۔

تم مجھ سے میرا لہجہء گفتگو پوچھتے ہو،

میری تنہائی ایسی کہ مجھے سے مل بھی نہ سکے۔

[feistyfaerie]

I don't know if it's haunting or just miserably sad when you're dying from inside, and all you want is to make people around you happy, thinking that you might get happier too.

"But people who end themselves don't show signs of them asking for help?"

We do. They're subtle. They're hidden as jokes and sarcasm. But you don't notice. You never notice. People who end themselves don't do it out of misery, I've realised this quite recently. Some of them do it because they want stillness. They want peace. They wanna sleep and never wake up.

[makrustic]

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