riyahere

all about my imagination world

[singhriyaa]

“You said I killed you—haunt me, then! Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!”

Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights

[deviika]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette

[jiyaaren]

Trust me, it all will remain the same between us. Be it our safe place, our favourite playlists, photographs, our favourite meal, the emojis, the names we gave to each other, every memory, they all will stay just except you and me.

[singhriyaa]

🎥Drawing Closer

[singhriyaa]

....Or was his destiny from the start

To be but just one moment

Near your heart?...

Ivan Turgenev

[singhriyaa]

why in an alternate universe?

why not in this?

why not in both??

Or

let me have you in every single one.

🤍

[girlonabreak]

I wanna be soft with someone and not regret it after

[singhriyaa]

Before Sunrise

[singhriyaa]

हाल ये है कि ख़्वाहिश-ए-पुर्सिश-ए-हाल भी नहीं

उस का ख़याल भी नहीं अपना ख़याल भी नहीं

जॉन एलिया

[soul-from-another-era]

Holding on to hurt.

[singhriyaa]

Sadness is caused by intelligence, the more you understand certain things, the more you wish you didn't understand them.

Charles Bukowski

[singhriyaa]

The only person I could really hurt is myself.

Before Sunrise

[what-iz-life]

it's not overreacting, we all have different levels of sensitivity. if it hurts, it hurts. no explanation needed

[what-iz-life]

My childhood trauma didn't make me stronger. it made me a people pleaser. it made me forgive way too much. it made me not speak when i'm supposed to. it made me an extreme empath.

[singhriyaa]

I will meet you in an alternate universe and there no one will be able to make us apart.

[singhriyaa]

I stare at him for a few minutes,

my heart expanding with love for him.

'We will be okay', I whisper, letting the night capture my wish.

We are owed that at least.

A life of not scanning roof tops, of not being relieved the ceiling didn't cave in on us during the night.

He and I are owed a love story that doesn't end in tragedy.

Zoulfa Katoih, As long as the lemon trees grow

[singhriyaa]

Sometimes even communication is not the key.