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Jeanette Winterson, from "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal," publ. in 2011

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“I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache”

— Sylvia Day (via lepetitchatblanc)

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वो तितली की तरह आयी और ज़िन्दगी को बाग कर गयी,

मेरे जितने भी नापाक थे इरादे, उन्हें भी पाक कर गयी । -जाकिर खान

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it's weird how you can actually feel it in your chest and stomach when something really hurts your feelings

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Why can't I run away from all of this? Why can't I ignore everything and run and never stop running. I want to get out of here and never be sober ever again. I want to forget all of you and not remember anything about this life. I want to intoxicate myself until I can't remember anything and then destroy myself.

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Mannmohan, he is named, aptly.

He's a child and you're holding him in your arms and he has big eyes and his mouth is open and his cheeks are red and he's laughing so easily. He's telling his friends a new plan to go and steal makhan. He just smote a monster. He's a target for death. He owns death.

He's a teen and his hair is longer and luscious, and his lips are pink and his eyelashes are so long, the way his voice hasn't even cracked during puberty is wonderful and laughable in the same breath. He's walking away from the only home he knows and he's watching as people cry for him, beg him to return so they may always shower him with love and pamper him. He just killed his uncle. He's a usurper. Everything belongs to him.

He's a man and he's so beautiful even the brightest stars and the most beautiful flowers are envious of him. His cheeks are full, his eyes are big and his shoulders are broad, he holds himself like he is a king rather than a shepherd. He's making bets with his friend and his brother as to who will win the marathon they're planning. He can summon the deadliest weapon in the universe. He's Dangerous. He's protective.

He's a man and his chest rises and falls as he looks at the woman he loves and he is a god but he worships her. He will wear the colours she likes and he will play the tunes she loves, if only to see her smile. He has a crown on his head. He bows down and lets her step on his knees to help her up the chariot. He's a kidnapper. He's a rescuer.

He's a father and he holds his son in his arms for a moment and something makes him laugh. Spring comes as he is happy. His hair curls as if smiling too and his eyes are warm and his hands are tight on the infant. He will lose his child. His child will always be a part of him.

He's a man, a family man, as he stands on the battlefield. His hand is raised and it has scars and it shows the years which he has fought and won. He has a chariot wheel in his hand, lifting it up easily and fury burns in his dark eyes and power rushes through his veins instead of mere mortal blood. Another man is kneeling at his feet, begging for another wish. He wants to kill. He gives another chance.

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Full of love and it’s all real

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the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.

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Some people don’t care about you, they just crave your presence. Pull away for a while and watch if they genuinely reach out. Many are lost in a digital haze, forgetting that life isn’t a scripted story or a fairytale. Don’t let every trend or discovery mold you. It chips away at your individuality, damages bonds, and undermines relationships in ways you won’t notice until it’s too late.

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hiding it all behind the smile

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idk who need to hear this but "setting boundaries to protect your peace is not selfish."

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I don't know how to find the words that could even come close to expressing how I feel.

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Nasir Kazmi deeply triggers my mind everytime i read him.

“Aashna dard se hona tha kisi taur humein, tu naa milta tou kisi aur se bichhre hoty.”

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“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”

— Robert Frost

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Hawa Mahal, Jaipur

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finally losing your attachment to someone who wasn't good for you, is top tier

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