shriya

22 • english lit • I post literary memes and other nonsense that absolutely nobody asked for.

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i too deserve a man written by a woman in my life 😤

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I FOUND HIM 😭😭😭

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Shakespeare - How and Why did he make up new words?

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“i want to experience the kind of love they show in books and movies” - i think we all have unrealistic expectations of love, be it from any relationship. love is not always happy and adventurous, neither is it always sad and melancholic, it’s not something that always chases you through the airport or stands outside your house with a radio. the lovers in books and movies go through tough times and find their way back to each other and then, they live happily ever after? not really. i think nobody talks about what happens after the happy ending? how they have to work through even tougher times, tolerate each other’s annoying habits, accept flaws, normalise the mundane, not feel the need to always talk to each other, but on some evenings, sit in peaceful silence. love is not always passionate, some days it is frustrating, boring and does not happen in ways you expected, and i think that that’s okay - because having someone by my side to go through the highs and lows while lifting each other up but also creating a space that holds passion, commitment, peace, communication at its core, is the kind of love i want.

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shakespeare compares his lover to a summer's day for being lovely and temperate. I would be compared for my frizzy hair and sweat.

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the hopeless romantic in me felt validated when hozier said, “heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i” and when he said, “you know the distance never made a difference to me” and, “we should just kiss like real people do” and, “i was housed by your warmth” and “the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you” and “honey you’re familiar like my mirror years ago”

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this is for the ones who are not dating, not in a relationship, nor obsessed with anyone, just floating through life, one day at a time. some people might call it hyper-independence, some may call it your inability to stay committed. but you have never been happier and felt more peaceful in life. you do the things you love, read books, eat your favourite food, watch movies, cook a warm meal, dance whenever you want, plan a trip with your friends, enjoy long walks all by yourself. you are finishing the puzzle of your life with every fragment of love you receive from the little moments, instead of finding the missing pieces in someone else. some nights get lonely, so you call up up your friends and tell them you love them, eat an entire tub of ice-cream, hug a pillow and go to sleep, only to wake up next day to do everything all over again. and the best part? you are okay with it all.

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life in itself is so ironic. the things we didn’t like as kids are now our only source of peace as adults. the old songs we once found boring are the ones we now hum to on a lonely drive at night. we now need the kitchen clean and the finances sorted. i think, deep down, we all want to be like our parents, but also unlike them in some ways. you can love someone unconditionally but not agree with their ways, thoughts and ideas. you can inherit their habits and that’s okay. but you can also unlearn the things you find unacceptable for the life you wish to lead. i think there’s a love and hate relationship we will never understand, with family, friends and lovers. a relationship we can choose to keep or let go. either way, i think we are all trying to become the best version of our parents, knowingly or unknowingly and i think that’s beautiful.

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i want to be cute but the female rage in me doesn’t

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when prateek kuhad wrote, “and even if you leave i may be fine, cause my heart has its own design” and “you’re all that i need” in one song, i realised how love does not have to be bound by a single definition. you can be okay all on your own but some nights will feel lonely and that’s fine. you can fear losing someone but also be okay with the thought of moving on because you know life goes on. you don’t have to love someone unconditionally, you can be tired sometimes and that’s okay. you can be independent but you can also need that one person held close at all times. duality exists all around us, why can’t it be applied to love too?

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i too deserve a man written by a woman in my life 😤

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“wake me up when september ends” because “august slipped away into a moment in time”

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don’t settle for the stars. find someone who loves you like you love the moon, in every shape, form, phase and sometimes, even in your absence.

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the poetic tension between me and the moon on a lonely night >>

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you’re a big city girl with a heart that aches for a quaint life in the countryside where you pick fresh blueberries and bask in the sunshine with your cat.

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It's my 5 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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i love secondhand stuff. you're telling me that this piece of cloth or that old book was loved by someone so much so that they thought the best thing would be to pass it on to someone else who would love it as much or maybe even more?

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i just read that the smell of old books is called bibliosmia and this smell that we are so addicted to is actually the book slowly dying and i don't know whether to feel happy or sad about it.