#Ki writes stuff

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

happy Children's Day to the child i lost touch with earlier due to expectations and the responsibilities.

[gulaab-jaamun-galaxy]

I stay up through the night; because that is when the moon and I have our conversations. I tell her about how I drown in the sparkle of your brown eyes and she tells me about how the sun makes-even the darkest parts of-her shine. 🌙💞🌻

Getting to know her was not easy. She had walls. Many walls built up. She put them as a test to see who would climb them. Climb them, and you’ll find a locked door. The key is communication. After you open the door, that if you get there, you’ll see her wearing masks. A thousand masks. The trick is to let her peel them off one by one and give her a safe haven to be herself around. She's goofy, sedulous, smart, chaotic, and a bit more. You just have to wait till she divulge one trait at a time.

I see the story in your eyes, and I want to read it. Your eyes are filled with such peace and thoughtfulness, I want to study their meaning. I am interested in the story they tell.

I see them sparkle and shine. I see them filled with emotion and desire. I want to know the story behind them. As dark as the night and yet lit like the full moon they shine. They look so deep like the deepest book, filled with endless pages I turn with such delight.

Let me know your story, let me read your heart that fills them. For your eyes are the index of such great content. Open them to me and let me look inside.

करीब आ तेरी आँखों में देख लूँ खुद को बहुत दिनों से मैंने आइना नहीं देखा।

@wizardcherryblossom 💌

@bareilly-wala-jhumka 💌

Dark brown orbs, an ocean's trance, Diving willingly, in a lover's dance. Lost within currents of passion's tide, A drowning embrace, where hearts confide.

A tiny, beauty spot, unique and rare, Underneath her left eye, it finds its place, Adding charm and grace to her lovely face.

After days, both tough and rough, Her eyes, a haven, tender and enough. Soothing rays in wounds unseen, In depths, love's serenity, serene.

Yet, if tears dare to tread near, A vow whispered, sweet and clear. Against stormy tides, love as our guide, Protecting her eyes, forever side by side. ♾️ 🤞🏻 💞

[hi-avathisside]

BI PANIC. BI PANIC.

[gingermintpepper]

Y'know, ever so often I go "man, I should make a post about x or y character from my story!" and then I take exactly 0.7 seconds to remember that I'm not doing historical fiction and that there is Genuine Context That Would Be Missing and then I just never talk about x or y character.

Anyway, Hyacinth has a pretty rad family. I love thinking about Hyacinth and his very rad family.

[his-heart-hymns]

Friedrich nitzsche said:

There are days when I am haunted by a feeling that is blacker than the blackest melancholy. I have a contempt for humanity. I despise the people I have been fated to call my contemporaries. I feel suffocated by their presence.

And shair-e-mashriq(poet of the east) Allama Iqbal wrote:

Duniya ki mehfilo se ukta gaya hu ya rab,

Kya lutf anjuman ka jab dil hi bujh gaya ho.

O Lord, I'm tired of this life,these human gatherings these daily chores. What is the point of having people around when the heart is worn out?

Sometimes I find myself overwhelmed by such a sense of negativity that every aspect of life seems too heavy on me.

[killuaisaprincess]

knick-knack

“S-Stupid! Do you know how much one costs on eBay?!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you, princess.”

E-Eh?

Everything from the tip of Killua’s ears to the bridge of his nose goes a cute shade of pink, and he stares with wide eyes.

Zushi is equally stunned.

“G-Gon, you’re so bold…”

Zushi whispers enviously.

Killua plays with a strand of hair, shyly, mumbling cutely.

“Y-You better mean that…”

Gon smiles and brings his lips down to kiss Killua’s knuckles.

“I do mean it.”

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Starset

Send me an ask and I'll tell you about one of these WIPs!

Ahhh, this fic is my spur of the moment little passion project that I'm working on for the next two weeks (until my concert). Every chapter is inspired by a Starset song (so far: Transmissions, Manifest, Telescope, Trials, Monster, Ricochet) with the overarching plot of Kim being a smuggler lost in space. Chay is his lover left behind in the space station where he ran his goods, waiting for him to return, desperately searching for any sign of him once he realizes Kim is gone.

Chay craves the next rushing jolt of synthetic stimulation. An escape from the station—his home, his prison—numbing his mind from the pain, the uncertainty, the grief. The awful, all-consuming grief that he refuses to feel, because to grieve is to accept what is lost can never be found, and he won’t. He can’t. Not while there is still some small chance that Kim is out there.  Pleasure arches through his veins, an electric crackle up the conducting wire that is his spinal cord, following the bath from brainstem to medulla to pons to midbrain to the center of his brain, to his limbic system, that felt so wrong now feels so good.  Nova. Supernova. Some people call it novocaine, but it isn’t, it’s something else entirely, but it feels like novocaine. Anesthetic and numbing and good, and Chay giggles. He brings tingling fingers to tingling lips, his own skin so unfamiliar it’s like kissing a stranger. He watches stars burn out and burst anew right before his eyes, entire galaxies created and destroyed outside his window, deep into the endless night. Artificial elation, hope and happiness soaring with the electricity that dances in his synapses, making an all-too-willing partner out of dopamine.  Neurotransmitters sing with praise and jump with joy and so does Chay, a one-man show in his empty room, spinning and spinning and spinning within his own orbit, though he’s lost without his star. A wild thing hurtling through space. That’s alright, if he spins fast enough, tight enough, he’ll generate his own gravitational pull. Maybe it will be enough to bring his star back into place, at the center of Chay’s universe, where he belongs. Stars aren’t supposed to drift alone.  The high is temporary, like all good things. It’s not in comparison to those first few months with Kim. It is a meteor burning away to nothing in the atmosphere, a flicker of light in the horizon, gone before you realize it was ever really there. But Kim—he’s the only drug Chay ever needed. His smile sweeter than any liquor, the warmth of his embrace a greater comfort than anything Chay could inject or snort or swallow.

[tisajest]

I am doing so good with my fic 🥰 *has 4 docs, 2 spreadsheets, 1 family tree, a couple rough drawings for physical appearances, and 0 sentences of the actual fic written*

[thecourageousme]

Ye bade bade sapne to theek hain lekin wooo real purpose kya hai jiske liye mujhee jeena hai?

# in search of real purpose of life😴

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

इस दुनिया में याद रखने को बहोत कुछ था

लेकिन मुझे याद रही सिर्फ उसकी आंखें

| shyam

[gulaab-jaamun-galaxy]

I find your resemblance in everything. But if I had to describe you in nature, I'd say you're like the warmest sunlight in the coldest winter.

Moon and I no longer speak, the moment I saw her, I thought, what else could be a better replacement than this full moon? I had no second thoughts; I fell for her immediately and didn't even ask if it was too soon. The moon would be ashamed, as it doesn't come out in daylight, but Lord have mercy, she shines brighter than the sun; it doesn't matter if it's morning or afternoon. Moon has this scar in her heart, but I swear I won't let this graceful woman cry, not even a teaspoon.

मैं जब सो जाऊँ इन आँखों पे अपने होंट रख देना

यक़ीं आ जाएगा पलकों तले भी दिल धड़कता है |

My mother once said this beautiful thing to me. She said that there is no objective standard of beauty, and neither perfection nor imperfection truly exist. Instead, anything that is viewed with love is inherently beautiful and flawless. Conversely, if one fails to see with love, flaws will inevitably be found, even in the most perfect of things.

Yesterday, my devi ji asked me what would've happened if she didn't met me in her life...

To her question i simply said, everything would have worked just like now because my destiny wouldn't have been far from me for long... We would've eventually met eachother with regards to any situations or universes...

I was sure about my ardhangini from moment our eyes collided with eachother at the park... a cold breeze ran through my nose making me calm... the calmness a voyager feels after reaching to the place he was destined to be... A quest which has been completed...

@wizardcherryblossom 🧿💕✨ @bareilly-wala-jhumka ♥️🎀❤️‍🩹

My dear Tannu ji,

Before you drift off to sleep, I want to remind you of the love you deserve. Even if I were to give you all the love in the world, it would still feel insufficient. Yet, don’t worry, for I will continue to find ways to shower you with love for as long as I live. If reincarnation exists, I would choose to be reborn in every era, just to give you the love you deserve and more.

- Aapka Janaab (Surajmukhi) ✍🏻🌻

[hi-avathisside]

Are you 11 years old???

Oh yeah definitely. I'm 11 and this blog and it's ideas are all original, made by me ☺️☺️

[hinsaa-paramo-dharma]

Creative writing competition, sports day,general knowledge quiz

School walo ne mujhe next month maarne ka socha hai.

[tsurugis]

I am so inspired by media that allows characters to get excited as fuck and just unashamedly fucking start hugging each other jumping around and laughing a shit???/?//??? I feel so influenced by fuckin Star Wars and lotr and shit where the guys aren’t just. all stoic like. *shakes hands* or like that masculine aggressive hug you know what I mean. get the fuck out of here.!!!! Look at han and luke and leia jumping around and hugging and kissing like excited children . do you think that makes them uncool. do you?/????

[killuaisaprincess]

kiss it better

Killua’s small fingers grab his shirt, and he sobs.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Gon shakes his head and carefully kisses Killua’s wrist.

“No, I’m sorry, Ki.”

He lifts Killua’s chin.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you, okay? You’re my world.”

Killua stops and hiccups, eyes wide.

“H-Huh?”

[portokali]

bestie gi @pinknoisemp3 tagged me to share my 9 albums of 2022!!! ty that was v fun to do and think abt!!!

criteria for being a nica album of the year were: °albums i listened to front to back a lot, not just albums where i loved a couple individual songs, °albums that actually set the vibe and made me think of a lot, °albums i liked (ofc), °albums that i either discovered or came out this year OR if they're old favorites, °albums that were particularly relevant, and °albums that were somehow in pace w my character development

here we have: jubilee by japanese breakfast, laurel hell by mitski, ANIME by foivos delivorias, be the cowboy by mitski, μια πέτρα σαν σπίτι by sophie lies, a liquid breakfast by audrey nuna, metro by lex, surf by blackstarkids and red hearse by red hearse

tagging besties @catboyparrish @catboykacchan @catboypranparakulisaro @catboyhammerandsickle @transcatboymegumi @byrons @matchas @stuckwith-harry @quillsand @soupbi @diarygirls and everyone else who wants 2 do it.. ily i hope everyone enjoys the music they listen to as much as i do if not more its my genuine hope for humanity