Hot Men In Black

name says it all. Enjoy ;)

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Letter in a bottle

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To You, 

I don’t think you know what it means to me when you drop these little compliments like they’re these simple facts of the day. 

"Oh this cafe has the best blueberry muffins and by the way your hair looks lovely today." 

 There are times when I don’t get out of bed just from the fear of having to face looking myself in the mirror. 

 Days where I could love the devil more than I’d ever let me love myself.

 They say you lose yourself in love, but I think what you’ve done is help me find myself. 

 Thank you. 

 -M.

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A Women's Day Present

TRANSLATION: (please support these girls and their cause)

those who try never fail if you fear the waves you can never sail

those who try never fail

when a tiny ant carries a big grain it slips and falls again and again thoughts fuel it to not give up to fall and climb and climb and fall is not enough to make it stop  

her hard work will avail those who try never fail

pearl divers delve into the sea only to come back empty handedly unable to find pearls in the deepest parts he dives and dives again as his will persists and doesn’t always return with empty fists

his hard work will avail those who try never fail

defeat is a challenge we must accept and fill in the gaps we had first left it’ll eat away your sleep and sound but don’t run from the battle ground without handwork you cannot avail

those whose try never fail

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To you,

Maybe I’m intoxicated. Or maybe I’m going stir-crazy. Or maybe it’s just something that needs to be said and now’s the time for it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I’m the one who pulled you… or rather, dragged you into the gravity of things..and then haphazardly without a single notice,...

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Let the winds of destiny be gentle Let it rock you like a lullaby During the nights you search for sleep

Let the winds soar through you Feel it in your pumping heart This is where you were meant to be

Let the calmness become your steady pulse. Just listen. For the wind carries the stories of all those before you

Let her howl in to the night Let her rumble across the sea Let her lead Thunder in your direction -

She only wishes to carry you to where you belong.

Let the winds of destiny be effervescent Let her energy charge you forward as she gently whispers away who you used to be

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DATING TIP: Hold the door for your date. Rip the door off its hinges. Use the door as a weapon to fight off other men. Establish dominance.

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Insta

Follow me @miloshimehta on Instagram! I follow back 😘

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We’ll be lost in different crowds again, and you’ll kiss them trying to forget the way I tasted and I’ll kiss them looking for someone who tastes exactly like you. 

I hope lips aren’t like fingerprints, It won’t feel like a kiss unless its the way your lips did it. Or maybe that’s just my excuse… for getting to never move on from what we were

I let you go, because I keep thinking that it’s just a matter of time before you’ll find your way back. Funny thing is that the one thing I’ve always known is that nobody ever does really come back. 

They had warned me. They had told me not to make homes out of people. Why couldn’t I listen? Now I’ll pack my things and say goodbye to the space between your cardiac muscles… but what do I even pack? 

Things to pack: 

1. Your breath mere inches away from my skin 

2. Your skin sliding across mine

3. My heart pounding inside your ribcage 

4. Your ribcage and the belt just below it

5. Your belt hanging in my closet

6. My closet filled with everything you’ve touched

i need to burn everything. I need to make it disappear to ash. I need to light it up and kiss the fire like this kiss was my very last. … and then I’ll whisper, please don’t go.  

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loved, love, will love. 

"love" is a verb that is used in the continuous present tense. It is about today, this moment, this exact heart beat. It is about being definite and sure and something so tangible that you need no faith to believe that it is happening. You might get the past wrong, and you may be dubious about the future, but the present is unravelling right before your eyes - there is no room for lies. 

The present is fleeting, it becomes the past before the next moment even begins. But the continuous present, which is what “love” is, merges the past with the future, letting it always jump to the next moment before the first fades away, it can be said to be infinite. To love is to continue to do so. It is an energy. It cannot be created nor destroyed, it can only change from one form to another.  

If this is a promise you cannot make me

don’t text me “I love you” at 3 am in the morning

text me “I loved you… just a moment ago, and for now, still do” 

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You’d remember him even if you only ever met over a brief encounter. He’s the kind of person you couldn’t forget, even if you tried. (believe me, I know) Don’t let his eyes ever fool you. Stubborn and dark brown (seemingly ordinary), until you see them gleam under the drowning sunlight. Dark brown turns into a glossy hazel, like a deep chasm you want to fall into - and that’s when you know you’re doomed. His heartbeat is a hard rhythm to match. A beat so seductively slow, it only makes yours beat faster. With one palm on his chest, and the other with fingers intertwined, you’re almost sure you’ve never felt this kind of warmth before. I hope he never calls you, because its a voice that resonates like a Mozart violin piece - flowing through the darkest crevices of your mind. He’ll hardly say a sentence or two, but it’ll have you babbling like a baboon before you even know it. He acts like he doesn’t have much to offer (that arrogant bastard with his ridiculous modesty). He’ll act like he couldn’t care less (attitude and selfishness oozing from his heart of gold). Everything about him contradicts itself - so every time you think you’ve figured him out, you’re wrong. And God, if you’re a writer like me, all I can do is wish you to be stronger and a little more careful. Because once you start, you’ll never want to stop. Coffee and a stack of papers filled with prose and poetry - attempt after attempt - and still no string of words you ever write will come even close to describing the way he smiles.

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Summer and watermelons. Yep.