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look into my eyes and tell me whose name you see 

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how many times do our hearts need to break

before we realise what we’ve needed

all this time?

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eid mubarak my loves, may your duaas be answered and your day filled with love and light, insha’allah. have a blessed eid ✨

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she’s the kind of girl that remembers everything. that tv show you watch as a guilty pleasure, the shirt you regret not buying, the art you saw and loved, your favourite poet, the only movie that made you cry, your favourite food, the inside jokes you’ve shared since the first day you met. everything. and she takes that remembrance and shows you her love. she gifts you thoughtful presents on your birthday, she texts you that inside joke reminder, she shows you she cares, she loves. shes the kind of girl that remembers everything, shes the kind of girl you can’t ever let go of.

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خوف سے زیادہ خطرناک کچھ چیز بھی نہیں

[there is nothing more dangerous than fear]

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so tell me,

how much longer

will you stay

tending the same wound

with the same pain inflicted on it,

and with the same cause?

how much longer

before it becomes redundant

or before you finally learn

the aftercare,

and refuse to put yourself

in a position of danger again?

- stitches (@ sanaa.banana)

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a series of unread love letters, words you’ll never read or understand, feelings buried in those envelopes, thoughts laced in the ink and love flowing in the seal.

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she distributes her love freely, with warmth and with radiance, with her whole heart. even if there is no one to replenish it, to ensure the love she gives away is reciprocated, especially then. because her love is selfless and giving, it does not ask for anything but your happiness.

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so maybe if I asked you,

you would

but what good is that?

what good is love when it’s called for

when it’s beckoned,

when it’s searched?

what good is love when it is not given freely

and hopelessly

and wholeheartedly?

it’s no good at all.

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and i still hope 

in the end it’s you

that all my prayers haven’t been in vain

that this gut feeling was right all along

that i can look back

and thank god

i didn’t give up

because otherwise,

how long will i waste loving you

before i do give up,

and move on?

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at what point does hope turn into delusion?

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and maybe you’ll dream of me tonight

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and by some coincidence,

chance,

miracle even,

we’re back here again.

again.

but the nature of our relationship changes,

just as the seasons do

so I wonder

when the summers’ sun fades and

the leaves begin to rust

what will be left

of us?

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you made me promises and

do i tell myself they’re broken

or that they’re just waiting to be fulfilled?

the uncertainty weighs heavy on my heart

but all i know,

what i really know

is that every promise i made to you

i’ve kept with every ounce of my being

and will continue to keep

until i breathe my last breath 

- jab tak hai jaan

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she’s the kind of girl that remembers everything. that tv show you watch as a guilty pleasure, the shirt you regret not buying, the art you saw and loved, your favourite poet, the only movie that made you cry, your favourite food, the inside jokes you’ve shared since the first day you met. everything. and she takes that remembrance and shows you her love. she gifts you thoughtful presents on your birthday, she texts you that inside joke reminder, she shows you she cares, she loves. shes the kind of girl that remembers everything, shes the kind of girl you can’t ever let go of.

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teach me

how to live carelessly

how to put myself above everyone else

how to be selfish

how to break hearts without a second glance

how to hurt another and disregard the situation,

to move on as if nothing happened

as if i didn’t bring a person down to their knees

clutching at their hands,

begging for God to ease the pain.

teach me,

teach me how to be you.

- lessons 

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and yes, I know it’s all been said before

but god knows i’d give you the world,

and every beautiful thing it has to offer,

if you so much as gave me your hand,

i’d hold on and never let go.