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The day I can easily know the thoughts of the people I have left behind. It’s absurd to know that didn’t notice fake and real emotions at the time I was alive. People who shucked fake tears felt like backstabbers. But hey, A dead person can not be backstabbed. People who shucked real tears, I wish I was there to hug you all. I think I could have lived a little more if the planted ones were real. I could have died early if the real ones were not seen by my existence. That day, I felt like a king. Because people were crying and wishing if I didn’t have to die. Their heads were bowed down. Their hands were clasped praying for me. Well, for my soul to rest in peace. A few cried. A few stayed silent looking lost. A few just were there for being.

The advice I would like to give to the people alive out there, “Be skilled enough to have certainty in your funeral than your marriage.”

#funeral #fake #real #dead #loved #hated #death

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Hand-holding

The purest form of human connection.

tiny hands in big hands

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding

platonic hand-holding

running their thumb over the other’s hand

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement

holding hands across the table

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

possessive hand-holding

linking hands together during sex

grabbing hand to show them something

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

holding hands under the table

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

holding hands while driving

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

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Apni maa se bahot kuchh sikha hai par bahot kuch hum sikh sakte hai yeh apne papa se sikha hai❤️

#justiceforSSR

[alsababapal]

The satisfaction of pining comes from the act of creation of desire, which requires no meeting. The lover which is written knows nothing of his existence, and that is precisely the point. The entire affair is self-serving and requires no validation. Sometimes the only way to live is to dream.

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‘Ｖｅｎ, ａｃｅ́ｒｃａｔｅ’

𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑔𝑜

this is still one of the hottest, most intimate, passionate, well-directed and absolutely mindblowing scenes I’ve ever seen. It’s the passion that throws her at him, the way the kiss starts from her and he follows, his hands finding their place on her back, in her hair. the desperation they pour into this kiss, because they know they are so close to being fucked, both of them. She is choosing him, over her work, her professional morals, her co-workers, over everything. Here Raquel made a choice, a choice that was going to change her life forever. She chose him, over everything else. And Sergio… he is so in pain because she wasn’t supposed to become so important, she was just a piece on his chessboard, but then something had happened and he had let himself be distracted, his mind had for once drifted from the perfect plan he had been working on for half of his life, his mind had started planning a future, he had started dreaming of a life with this woman…

The light coming from the windows, the way they breathe into each other, the look they share, no words are needed, he wants to trust her and she wants to be trusted. He let her go because he desperately wants her to be on his side and she goes, knowing very well that she has to protect him, his gang, his plan. These two took an enormous risk, they could have ended dead or in jail, both of them, just like that. But nope. Nope. Because they freaking love each other and because this ship will be the death of me.

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