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let’s talk about the sky

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My doggo is the cutest

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lmao😂/smh🙄

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Hozier sounds like peaty whiskey, maple syrup, the smell of log fire, the feel of warm fur under cold hands, the russet of winter sunburns.

John Mayer sounds like the new patina of old leather, the taste of berry popsicles, the feel of cool polyester sheets against warm skin.

Damien Rice sounds like screaming off the rooftop at 3am, the shattering of rum bottles against pavements, of cigarettes rolled by hand.

The Weeknd sounds like the smell of petrol on warm asphalt, the gleam of a fresh waxed car, the feeling of a thrumming steering wheel.

Adele sounds like grey moors with clouds dripping down, echo of a church organ played to an absent congregation, the haunting of first love.

James Morrison sounds like watered silk floating in the air, smell of newly blooming lilies, the taste of warm chicken soup on cold nights.

Elvis Presley sounds like apple pie so hot it singes you, caramel sauce dripping down gently, the sting of bourbon against a cut tongue.

Kailash Kher sounds like the roughness of tussar, the aftertaste of kesar, the coal of double-apple hookah, the smell of geeli mitti.

Jake Bugg sounds like the smell of old paper, the feeling of a calloused hand holding yours, the silence of forgotten sleep.

James Blunt sounds like a summer day so hot it leaves hazy imprints, the uncomfortable feeling of someone watching you, the burn of vodka.

Shankar Mahadevan sounds like a conch shell held to your ear, the sound of temple bells, the dull roaring of high tide on rainy days.

Shreya Ghoshal sounds like ghunghroos, the smell of mehendi on winter evenings, the sounds of Durga Puja pandals, the taste of rosewater.

Chris Cornell sounds like gathering of storm clouds, the faraway howl of a lonely wolf, the kind smile of a stranger that stays with you.

Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan sounds like the pining of lost love, the battering of a desert storm against your skin, the smell of musk attar.

Ed Sheeran sounds like strawberry ice cream, weak, warm beer sipped between laughs, the texture of canvas shoes against your feet.

Rekha Bhardwaj sounds like the taste of water kept in a matka, the smell of cotton dupattas, glint of kundan jewellery against dusky skin.

Florence Welch sounds like the inside of a kaleidoscope, the screaming shatter of a chandelier falling, the ozone in the air before rain.

Jagjit Singh sounds like water entering a dried up well after generations, the stifling warmth of a razai, the taste of brandy and honey.

MC Ride sounds like the recoil of a gun against your shoulder, the screech of a car almost out of control, the thrumming of your heart just before a confrontation.

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Ella Fitzgerald sounds like molasses bubbling up slowly, the soft gleam of grey pearls, the feeling of cool iced tea trickling down your throat after a warm day.

Bon Iver sounds like moonlight filtering through dense trees, the eerie gleam of a cat's eyes in the dark, the feeling of river pebbles under your feet.

Iqbal Bano sounds like mulled wine with too much nutmeg, the glimmer of zarri on a dupatta, the smell of a dying rose.

Louis Armstrong sounds like the first ray of sunshine after a long spell of rain, the sprouting of new leaves, the taste of pomegranates.

Lata Mangeshkar sounds like the smell of jasmine, the clink of crystal flutes, the way silver jhumkas.

Alex Turner sounds like a chance encounter with lost love at the corner of a street you thought you forgot, the smell of leather polish, the feel of lips against soda bottles.

Abida Parveen sounds like the dreams in which you fall endlessly, the howling of winds in abandoned forts, the smell of old pashmina.

Frank Sinatra sounds like condensation trickling down a Coca-Cola can, rum in hipflasks, the smell of lemon on charred corn.

Prateek Kuhad sounds like the taste of adhrak chai, the ripening of lychees, the smell of Nivea cold cream.

Amit Trivedi sounds like linen shirts in the summer heat, the crispness of mint cutting through the muggy air, the taste of milk chocolate.

Lana del Ray sounds like flowers made of cloth and wire, the drowning maroon of poisoned apples, the flash of MAC's Russian Red on pale skin.

Sukhwinder Singh sounds like the swish of whirling dervishes, the rustle of wheat stalks in empty fields, the reminiscence of lost stories.

Mehdi Hassan sounds like smell of turmeric, the colour of old teak, the taste of badaam doodh.

Keaton Henson sounds like oars rippling through still water, the ache of waves crashing against thirsty land, the taste of goodbyes in mouths grateful for them.

Norah Jones sounds like coffee sipped by the window on rainy days, the warmth of forehead kisses, the feeling of swaying to soft music and too much wine.

Arijit Singh sounds like sheets of Jaipuri cotton, the smell of mustard oil, the blooming of pale pink carnations.

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People in open relationships. We gotta talk. Congrats on finding something (and someone!) that makes you happy, firstly! That's awesome!

However, having said that, you need to realise that the rest of us don't always know that you're in an open relationship. When you flirt, end up on a date, become a 'thing', there's an implicit understanding of monogamy (which is social conditioning? Sure.) The onus of clarifying your open relationship and its boundaries and limitations automatically falls on you. There's no way to divine this. When you initiate or accept an invitation for a relationship, especially one that involves a lot of emotional intimacy, and thus investment, don't be that person who say 'I'm in an open relationship' months after the other party has assumed an unspoken monogamous contract.

A lot of people (including me) are downright uncomfortable with being with someone in an open relationship. It's not something I want to do. It's awesome how we've grown up about things and can talk to each other about expectations and negotiate the terrains of relationships. It's truly heartening, that we've included so many variations into our language and communication. But that also makes it your responsibility to tell me that you're in an open relationship before I fall for you.

It's a destruction of the trust built and rebuilt over DECADES and you're trashing it just because you 'didn't know when to bring it up without hurting you'? That's bullshit. Don't be that person who compromises on the faith someone bestowed on you. That's just really cruel and unwarranted. You are a better person than that, I promise you. Don't let your distaste for confrontation reduce you to a worse person than you are.

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the worst ass position to be caught in

In my most recent nightmare, I was part of Normandy SR2 crew and I was Tryna take a poop when the collectors opened the big ass door and abducted me.

The worst position to be caught in.