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Intentions
I have but one wish, to make you my bride,
To stain your hands with henna,
And have my name bloom there in quiet lines.
I would gather all your sorrows into my palms,
I would offer myself in their place.
I carry this longing.. to call you mine.
Oh beloved, it is not so hard… just look at me.
My entire world finds its home in your eyes.
And someday, listen gently
To the words my heart could never speak.
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At a point where, I find myself far from the light even though I'm trying to walk towards light, hallow even though there's an endless sea of warmth there in heart, torn even though it was meant to safe roof, burned out of everything, not scared of death and tired of living
Karma always comes back to bite
Whatever you send, it always comes back to you, whether bad or good
It doesn't
Someone know, some one always sent them latter yet they act like they don't know
Perhaps they just doesn't value him enough, to know he has something to say through the latter yet ignoring it..
True, he isn't valued enough by her yet he sent his words anyway
Unfortunate he is.. but every heart has its own saying as well, cruel reality it is.....
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Someone know, some one always sent them latter yet they act like they don't know
Perhaps they just doesn't value him enough, to know he has something to say through the latter yet ignoring it..
Beauty of TUM HI HO✨ jidar ye sirf gana nahi raha, ye such bangaya jo tum khabi nahi somjo gi..
Teri wafa ne mujhko sambhala
Sare ghamon ko dil se nikala
Tere saath mera hai naseeb juda
Tujhe paake aadura na raha
Talk to me, like lovers do
Walk with me, like lovers do
Let me love you, the way I know, endlessly
You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.
And it's not just a promise but a vow from me to you
My friend asked me, "How can you love her when you hate yourself to madness?"
I smiled but didn't answer. The truth is, I don't know when it began, where it started, or what reason made me love her. Nor do I seek one, because I fear that the day I find a reason, my love will no longer be selfless or pure.
So I simply replied,
"Perhaps it's because of this madness that I can love her while hating myself."
To love without knowing and not seeking why while having self hatred? It's fascinating and daring, but agree perhaps your madness is allowing you to do it..
It's not that much but I guess from others pov it's something, I don't know;-;
But most probably yes~
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My friend asked me, "How can you love her when you hate yourself to madness?"
I smiled but didn't answer. The truth is, I don't know when it began, where it started, or what reason made me love her. Nor do I seek one, because I fear that the day I find a reason, my love will no longer be selfless or pure.
So I simply replied,
"Perhaps it's because of this madness that I can love her while hating myself."
How unfortunate are those who sit on the edge of the ocean for the tide but it never got appreciated and some goes desert and the ocean follows them
True they are unfortunate but what can anyone do? Ocean choose to follow the wonderer of desert all while the admirer of ocean was sitting on the edge, waiting. At the end, ocean has its own heart
Indeed even vast ocean has its own heart and feels, nothing can be done if the ocean chose to move towards who moves away from it, leaving the one who loves the ocean behind. Every heart walks on its own..
Agree, all people can do is just watch, how ocean leaning towards the one who walks further, moving itself for that who wonders the desert, leaving the one who was waiting for tide..
How unfortunate are those who sit on the edge of the ocean for the tide but it never got appreciated and some goes desert and the ocean follows them
True they are unfortunate but what can anyone do? Ocean choose to follow the wonderer of desert all while the admirer of ocean was sitting on the edge, waiting. At the end, ocean has its own heart
I'm here, sitting on a bench by the riverside, the echoes of leaves clashing with the wind.
I'm sitting here on the beach beneath a lone lamppost, soft and calm, without the rustle or bustle of passing footsteps.
I'm resting here beneath the empty canvas of the night sky, while the scent of the earth drifts with the current of the wind.
There was no knock. Perhaps this time, it doesn't always knock. Tonight, it chose to sit quietly within my chest, leaving the empty bench untouched.
Now I sit beneath the night, alone.. yet accompanied by hundreds of thousands.
anon in my inbox said fanfic writers who wrote about dark and taboo topics were not “real writers” because of what they wrote about.
reblog if you believe anon is wrong and writers are writers, no matter what they write about. no matter how they portray these taboo topics.
reblog if you believe art can be about topics that are controversial, taboo or outright disturbing, and artists who create controversial, taboo or outright disturbing art are as valid as artists who create art of conservative values.
reblog to laugh at anon ♡
Any person who writes is a real writer, there’s no right or wrong way to be a writer
Totally agree, writer is who writes, writing doesn't have ways to follow, it has instructions to correct
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For once I wish to be— better to not expect because it's not gonna happen
Finish the wish, who knows if stars are kind tonight
Nice jokes, just yesterday a hurricane came to my door and tonight the stars might be kind? They're probably enjoying the show
Good only come after bad days, who knows, you give flame to others cold house then why you always believe flame isn't meant for you?
That's an unhealthy trait you have moth, I told you this before
Person like me who lives in house build with scraps of fallen tree, flame is legacy which is only good from afar.
For once I wish to be— better to not expect because it's not gonna happen
Finish the wish, who knows if stars are kind tonight
Nice jokes, just yesterday a hurricane came to my door and tonight the stars might be kind? They're probably enjoying the show
