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@kafkaspupil
i am dumber & smarter than u think. do not estimate me
Desi parents will refuse every teenage experience and then wonder why their kid is lying
being insecure is a waste of youth
no one is above you live authentically for yourself
Ajeeb ranga di tu hai badi, Lage alag hi jahaan di
Torn between a longing to be seen and a quiet urge to fade into nothing.
How cruel of you!
To call upon my name and then pretend you never knew me.
To tell me how much you love the flowers and
yet refuse the one I brought for you.
To walk me through your beautiful dreams,
and to never once hold my hand in them.
Creating is the highest form of existentialism. It is choosing to leave a trace in a world that never promised remembrance.
Albert Camus argued something powerful:
Even if life is absurd, the act of continuing is a rebellion.
There’s always a lack. THERE’S ALWAYS A LACK.
No matter how many mountains you climb, how many stars you snatch from time, how many moons you ride mid-track, there’s always a lack.
Or dreams you live or DREAMS you live.
The hollowness screams the instant you’re in it, the very first second the wishing is finished. All days and nights you stayed half-awake, daydreaming a life, you thought would save.
The VERY dream that kept you up, the moment you do, it opens you up.
Not to joy. Not to peace. But a widening crack beneath belief.
There’s always a lack.
जो भी मैं कहना चाहूँ, बर्बाद करें अल्फ़ाज़ मेरे•
to be alone you must die to the past.
i hope love never finds me ever againnn
no hope of being held