🤍, 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙚

romanticising things so that they do not destroy me. ☕ [minor]

[notesfrommarnie]

the disappointment you feel when your own god isn't replying to you in any way.

it feels like I'm left alone in a desert by someone i trusted to guide me to the other side.

I'm not asking for constant reassurance. i know krishna in gita talks about action, detachment and inner steadiness but hey, for once, let me have some kind of small assurance? I've never really had that. ever. at all.

i know my worth isn't measured by how "heard" i feel in one moment of prayer but that's how my mind reads it, so why isn't god doing the opposite of this? why not just make me feel even a little heard?

i just want my problems to be a little easier. I'm not asking life to be easier, just make my problems bearable.

all i wanted was one sign that maybe, just maybe, someone is truly looking out for me.

but it turns out i was actually alone in that desert after all.

[notesfrommarnie]

helloooo anybody here? I'm alive and willl post again soon

[fi-amannillah]

You have a lot in common with the moon; its light and its beauty, and its distance from me.

[notesfrommarnie]

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[notesfrommarnie]

Today's May/13/2026 (yes i wrote the date in that format deliberately.)

May 13 can be spoken in a way that sounds like the peak epitome of self submission to your lover, where May becomes "Mai", meaning I, self, and 13 becomes "Tera", meaning yours. Together, “i am yours.” The song of the day is the title track of the movie "kalank", where the singer shows a sense of deep devotion and submission to their loved one by repeatedly saying "mai tera."

there's a difference between "Tu Mera", meaning you belong to me, and "Mai Tera". One carries possession, the other carries devotion. Mai tera sounds significantly deeper because it shows that you're unconditionally your partner's, you're surrendering yourself to them, whether or not they're yours. Most of us may dedicate this day to those we can only admire from afar, not because they're ours, but because we've declared ourselves as theirs.

However, Mai Tera is not just for us lovers; it's also for friends and the people we can call ours. The people who make us the mosaic that we are. Platonic love is what keeps us alive; Romantic love is what makes us feel alive.

“कलंक नहीं इश्क़ है काजल पिया” this line from the title track of kalank captures this feeling perfectly. Love is not a disgrace; it's like kajal (kohl). What the world sees as a stain, i see as a beauty. Even though it smudges easily, it's beautiful enough to be worn proudly. it completes me.

[notesfrommarnie]

no philosophical shit today,

just a reminder that you don't ‘have’ time, you're spending it. everyone else around you is on their own countdown too.

parents made a meal that you don't like? you'll someday eat it for the last time. your dog is being too needy? you'll hear that bark for the last time someday. you wanna cancel that plan with your friends? you all will meet for the last time someday.

life isn't fast, you're just not zooming out of the picture... I'm writing this in april 2026, but years later, when I'm in my 50s, I'll come back to this post and wish that i had lived a little more.

stop saying “i'll live properly later” when NOW is all you have and LATER is not guaranteed. turn off that autopilot button and look around a little, live a little, because one day, you'll realize the people you love were living their last days right in front of you, and you were too busy thinking life would wait.

and you're not ‘slowly’ building a life, you're running out of the chance to live one if you keep delaying your plans.

life isn't ending one day, it's ending one day at a time.

[notesfrommarnie]

sometimes, i think about all the people that i've walked past quitely.

i wonder, what if i had said hello to him? what if i had told her i like her hair? what if i had asked them about their game? what if i had just... talked to them for no reason?

i wonder how many connections i've let slip through my fingers just because i stayed in my own head.

i know that what's meant for me will find me, even in the depths of the oceans or the heights of the mountains... but still,

i can't help but wonder how many ‘meant to be’ moments needed me to speak first? how many versions of ‘us’, of me, never got the chance to exist?

maybe silence has cost me more than any rejection ever could.

[notesfrommarnie]

“main mandir kyu jaawaan,

mera yaar khuda hai!

mai masjid kyu jaawan,

mera yaar khuda hai!”

this level of devotion.

[notesfrommarnie]

i know most of us can relate to the song ‘Tu jaane na’

“Kaise bataye kyu tujhko chahe...”

but what if? what if a piece of his heart belongs to you, too? what if your name owns a couple of beats his heart has in a day? what if your name is written in the oxygen he breathes daily, too? what if those calm moments of tea screams nobody’s absence but yours? what if the bangle shops remind him of your wrists? what if the jhumkas remind him of the way you tuck your hair behind your ears? what if those soft, long, and flowy dresses make him imagine you twirling around in them? what if one of the little sparkles in his eyes is shining that hard because of your face? what if the cold breeze reminds him of how your hair flies and dances in the wind? what if...

what i'm trying to say is — try.

[melissax777]

In Lebanon we don’t say “I love you.” Instead we say تقبرني, which literally means “may you bury me,” as in I love you so much I hope I die before you do because I couldn’t bear losing you. And honestly, I think it’s beautiful.

[notesfrommarnie]

when everything's going right and suddenly that one thought knocks your door —

“उनको भी हमसे मोहब्बत हो, ज़रूरी तो नहीं...”

[notesfrommarnie]

·— 🍂•💛★°🪔 —·

न जाने क्यों ख्यालो में भी वही आते है,

जो कभी खयाल ही नहीं किया करते थे।

·— 🍂•💛★°🪔 —·

[ na jaane kyu khayalo me bhi wahi aate hai jo kabhi khayal hi nahi kiya karte the. ]

[notesfrommarnie]

meri mehfil tere jaane se viraan hai.

🪔🌼🍂⋆. 𐙚 ˚ aaj bhi diye jalte hai, log aate jaate rehte hai, lekin wo raunak jo teri hassi me shayari-si leherti thi, wo darmiyaan hi kho gayi hai.

🔥🪁🪵⋆. 𐙚 ˚ aaj bhi patang udti hai, hawaa mere baalo me ulajhti hai, magar dor ab kisi aur ke haatho mein bandhi lagti hai.

🎨💫🌊⋆. 𐙚 ˚ aaj bhi gulaal bikharta hai, paani me teri jhalak si ubharti hai, par wo rang jo tere komal haatho se meri rooh ko chhu kar guzra tha, ab kisi aur ke rukshaar pe tehra hua hai.

🌧️🍃💚⋆. 𐙚 ˚ aaj bhi baarish barasti hai, mehendi tere naam ka rang pakadti hai, par woh hari choodiyon ki khanak ab kisi aur ke haathon mein bajti hai.

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[notesfrommarnie]

having a mind that constantly thinks about everything sucks

I'm sitting in class, wondering whether these people will remember me, after years, when they hear an old song and it pulls them back to who they used to be.

I'm out with my friends in a café, but my mind drifts. will they think of me when they eat this same meal, years later, living in different cities, or countries?

I'm watching this tv show with my mom, half-present, half-grieving, wondering how one day i'll stumble upon this show and drown in a wave of nostalgia i didn’t ask for, but somehow predicted years ago.

i watch sport players on a screen, complete strangers to me, knowing one day, when they retire, i'll wish i could do anything just to watch them play on the tv just one more time.

i walk past animals on the street and wonder if my grandchildren will pet the great-great-grandchildren of the ones i'm touching right now.

i look at my teachers while they explain the same lesson for the hundredth time, and i wonder if they'll remember any of us at all, or if we’ll just blur into years, classrooms, chalk dust, records, files, forgotten names.

i carve my name into the tree with my childhood friends in the old park down my street, wondering if kids decades from now will notice the faded letters and trace their fingers over names that meant nothing to them, but everything to me.

i look at families, couples, children, best friends, siblings all of them mid-life, mid-laugh, and hope time is kinder to them than it has been in my head, hope they get to stay like this longer than most things do, hope time doesn't ruin them the way it ruins everything else, and hope this moment doesn’t realize it's temporary yet.

[notesfrommarnie]

regret is not writing in your journal about the smallest forms of magic you encounter in your life daily or not recording your days with random pieces of receipts, tickets, paper and dried flowers that you find in your mother's garden

[notesfrommarnie]

do y’all ever sit in a group of people and randomly think “khair, aesi mehfile firse thodi na ayengi”