Kashish Bisht

I am rooted, but i flow.

[thekashishverse]

Sending you a kiss on the forehead

sending one right back at you <3

[thekashishverse]

music is not stored in playlists, but timelines. every song eventually stops being a song and becomes a place to return to.

[thekashishverse]

microdosing heaven by dancing in the rain

[soundcarvings]

I think you’re all so smart and doing your best and I suspect it will work out in your favor too

[lunamonchtuna]

so when are you gonna tell me that i’m the bane of your existence and the object of all your desires?

[scribeherself]

[thekashishverse]

When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still, even in death my chest will bloom for you.

- unknown

[seaphine]

i'm so stressed i need to be kissed for 8 hours.

[thekashishverse]

[thekashishverse]

i need somebody to put me in my place (grave)

[thekashishverse]

“Don’t live in the past” okay well the people i loved are there.

[mothicalspoken]

"am I being annoying" are you aware that my heart is trying to crawl out of my chest to get to you

[thekashishverse]

how optimistic of me to think only the dead could haunt.

[thekashishverse]

I want to dismantle my rib cage. My heart is tired and didn’t sign up for this.

[thekashishverse]

Creating is the highest form of existentialism. It is choosing to leave a trace in a world that never promised remembrance.

[thekashishverse]

I went to an art gallery today and it hit me that art has a life of its own. It is born from marrow and memory, from the rot and radiance of the one who made it. Every brushstroke carries a pulse, every sentence drips with the blood that paid for it.

Art is love, sin, violence, tenderness— refined but never erased. If the hands were cruel, the work remembers. If the soul was fractured, the art fractures with it.

[scribeherself]

we are all leaving harry’s house to kiss and disco.