When Billie Eilish said, ‘it burns like a gin and I like it.’
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@sinnersabode
When Billie Eilish said, ‘it burns like a gin and I like it.’
And if it didn’t hurt, how would you have known it’s love?
yea it hurts,
but if you could make it stop..
would you?
Oh to breathe my last wrapped in your arms
The world appears less cruel when you romanticise everything
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‘All heart really does is pump blood and keep you alive. The never-ending conflict between the head and the heart is, what it really is, your mind speaking the SAME thing in different languages. Thought and emotion. What you think, you emote. You feel the way you think. Thoughts are agile, they change quickly and more rapidly whereas emotions being all sappy, take some time to change. So when you feel there’s a conflict between your mind and your heart, your emotions are trying to catch up with your new thoughts.’ -Sadhguru.
I am fascinated by everything that goes on in your head.
‘Were you thinking that those were the words, those upright lines? those curves, angles, dots? No, those are not the words, the substantial words are in the ground and sea, They are in the air, they are in you.’
-Walt Whitman, 𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩
People often presume me a wallflower yet I genuinely enjoy sitting at a distance observing the human kind and it’s absurdity
Words only acquainted me in my lonely nights, deceived me as I stuttered to tell you how my heart yearned for you.