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Polished. Palatable. Bite sized.
Polished. Palatable. Bit sized. Performative.
Polished. Palatable. Bite sized.
मेरे सपने हैं
खुद पूरा कर लूँगी
खुद सम्भाल लूँगी
Survive till you flourish.
I don’t want to be on fire.
Sab bas haq jamatein hain ,
nibhata koi nahin.
~ Everything’s on fire.
Is love a continuous process of letting go?
Don't make me fall out of love with you.
Clementine: Joellllllllll. Udayyyyyy
Clementine: There's so much I want to tell you, but I'm just too drained, physically and mentally. Today was a rough day.
Joel Uday: Sushh. It's okay. Breathe, Clem.
Clementine: I will always be at war, with myself.
Joel Uday: Clem, you'll be fine.
Joel Uday: Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Reach for my outstretched hand. Hold it. Now, step by step get out of your head.
Joel Uday: You're okay.
Clementine: Oh, Joel. Uday.
Joel Uday: Lie down. I'm here.
I'm trying real hard to not self sabotage what we have.
Are you the kind of love people fail to write about?
Who said it's easy to feel loved,
When you look over your shoulder,
And only see the wasteland.
- Little Giant, Roo Panes
I think there's something fundamentally wrong with me.
Nights are beginning to caving in on me, again. I don't know what part of me I'll sacrifice this time to survive.
It takes courage to accept love, to allow yourself to be loved, especially when you've been deprived of it the most of your life.
Guilt or Love
Which is stronger?
Which is greater?
Before Sunrise // LittleWomen