deewaani

Main aam si humesha hun, Tu khaas sa musalsal hai.

[poetrybyarya]

Sometimes you have to be a selfish woman to get what you want. Get those dreams out of your notes app. ~

[poetrybyarya]

A love letter to a city that never loved me back:

Your betel-stained footpaths and smog-filled lanes keep me away from you. They tell me you are not for me, that you are made from ruins, and you love everyone like the wires tangled in your eyes.

But my heart is as stubborn as yours.

You are for me. You are me.

The rush, the relentlessness, the crumbling sweat from your walls after a survival only you know about, the noise, the spice, the taste only you can bring out.

Wherever I go, I think of you. How would it be if I were with you?

I know someday you will call me, and when you do, it will just be the two of us. A courtyard full of our own dreams.

[quotespile]

“The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It’s getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That’s how we know we’re alive: we’re wrong.”

— Philip Roth, American Pastoral

[petaltexturedskies]

Simone de Beauvoir, Diary of a Philosophy Student

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[insaneyat]

and you won’t be 17 anymore,

the guilt won’t float away

with your roaring pride,

it will sink deeper than

the furtive tattoos on your sleeve,

you won’t find a love that lasts,

but an idea of what it should resemble

with wring your brain juice out

on the red velvet rug you always wanted,

you will lose sleep in your own bed,

wishing you were someone else tonight,

you will never be comfortable in a different skin,

same as when you were 17,

indifferent to things that kill you,

slowly yet fastly, consuming you all at once

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[paper-wounds]

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[insaneyat]

I look for you in every face

[vexheart]

[soulmvtes]

some sweet scenes recently :)

[insaneyat]

What is love made of,

if not, stained shirts

and bleeding lips?

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[insaneyat]

Your touch burns through my soul,

Pacify me with your love.

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[insaneyat]

Your bites form an orchard on my skin,

Blood gushes through me like pomegranate

juice dribbling from your lips.

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[insaneyat]

You pick me apart,

flicking seeds to the side,

clawing to the centre.

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