one day I’ll get over it and the lump in my throat when I try to talk about it won’t exist
Jules of Nature

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Show & Tell
Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
occasionally subtle
trying on a metaphor

Andulka

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NASA
Stranger Things
Cosimo Galluzzi

if i look back, i am lost
AnasAbdin
styofa doing anything
Keni
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@phirleaayadil
one day I’ll get over it and the lump in my throat when I try to talk about it won’t exist
I might admit. Tumblr is my treehouse.
I hope you smile & move like wildflowers, I hope them hair get more silky, you experience a new wind, a new love, I wish you smile, and smile wild, I hope beautiful things happen to you, and when they do, I hope you realize you are worthy of every single one of them, because you are special, you are nature’s gift to us, you are thunderstorm, fierce & also soft. The way you breathe, to the texture of your skin, the smell of your lips, everything, every atom of my existence, you will be missed.
The Door is Open
The dust has settled here like old songs.
The sink is a tired brass thali, stained with turmeric and time.
The stove, an old courtesan, draped in last night’s “Dal Fry”
On the chair, The rebellious dry clothes— have refused fold themselves, awaiting for the ones still in Machine.
Creeped into a random corner — Ash, Smoke & Buds, This bathroom needs a shower himself
Some Comfortable silences flickers in the dark— Maybe The bijli bill is not paid,
I know, I know—this house is a mess,
I promise, I promise— I will clean it all,
But for now,
The door is open,
Come on in,
my Love.
woh galti tumhari, jisse mujhe takleef na ho,
toh fir samjhlo maine tumhe azaad kar diya
farishta
Yeh thek hai ki Gardish E Halath ke sabab
Dil bhe mera tabah hai, Himmat bhe passt hai
Tum sochti bohot ho, Toh yeh bhe sochna
Mere Shikast asl main kiske Shikast hai?
Jaun Elia
ek gali thi jab us se hum nikle
aise nikle ke jaise dumm nikle
aag dil-sheher mein lagi jis din
sabse aakhir mein vahan se hum nikle
jaun elia
Mere diye hue phoolo ko, kitaab se nikalne waley,
Tujhe yeh bagicha veeran karke kya milega !
Dear Husnebeparvah, please refrain from stealing my work.
I’ve written those lines, you are supposed to tag me, and mention that.
that’s the least you can do.
purane sui dhage k dabe main rakhi yadein, kise din dil ko raffu karne main kaam ayengi
Farishta
@phirleaayadil
sometimes I see older people and I’m like... how do you do it? how do you cope with the loss of people and places and things as life progresses
Franz Kafka
hamare bhikhre rishtey ke tukde samet lena tum,
koi dil ke darwaze pe aaya, toh sochega tum ghar ka khayal nahi rakhte ho.