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aapke muskarahaton ne hamein sharabi bana diya hain,
ab hamari galti kya hain?
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"My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover."
Falsely yours // Charles Bukowski
"And I no longer wish to be understood either. To be understood is to be limited, and I am already too many to fit into one. Let me be misunderstood brilliantly into infinity."
-wordsintheattic, Anish KC
"God does not accept my prayers asking to be rid of this love.
When the heart does not mean it, what effect does the tongue have?"

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Feynman’s Love Letter to His Wife, Sixteen Months After Her Death
October 17, 1946
D’Arline,
I adore you, sweetheart.
I know how much you like to hear that — but I don’t only write it because you like it — I write it because it makes me warm all over inside to write it to you.
It is such a terribly long time since I last wrote to you — almost two years but I know you’ll excuse me because you understand how I am, stubborn and realistic; and I thought there was no sense to writing.
But now I know my darling wife that it is right to do what I have delayed in doing, and that I have done so much in the past. I want to tell you I love you. I want to love you. I always will love you.
I find it hard to understand in my mind what it means to love you after you are dead — but I still want to comfort and take care of you — and I want you to love me and care for me. I want to have problems to discuss with you — I want to do little projects with you. I never thought until just now that we can do that. What should we do. We started to learn to make clothes together — or learn Chinese — or getting a movie projector. Can’t I do something now? No. I am alone without you and you were the “idea-woman” and general instigator of all our wild adventures.
When you were sick you worried because you could not give me something that you wanted to and thought I needed. You needn’t have worried. Just as I told you then there was no real need because I loved you in so many ways so much. And now it is clearly even more true — you can give me nothing now yet I love you so that you stand in my way of loving anyone else — but I want you to stand there. You, dead, are so much better than anyone else alive.
I know you will assure me that I am foolish and that you want me to have full happiness and don’t want to be in my way. I’ll bet you are surprised that I don’t even have a girlfriend (except you, sweetheart) after two years. But you can’t help it, darling, nor can I — I don’t understand it, for I have met many girls and very nice ones and I don’t want to remain alone — but in two or three meetings they all seem ashes. You only are left to me. You are real.
My darling wife, I do adore you.
I love my wife. My wife is dead.
Rich.
PS Please excuse my not mailing this — but I don’t know your new address
I can't believe i made this account to talk about my ex girlfriend
I'm gonna go write a letter to her now ✌️
Your love is now a stranger in grief's cloak,
and dreaming is the only way to remember.
And I, despite myself, am sleepy.
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before you all follow me let me make it clear i am insufferable & kind of annoying also a massive flirt thank you
I will lose my account- for something I did not do.
Someone has been impersonating my account and has phished people and scammed them.
I did nothing wrong and I can attest to that fact. I also believe that whatever happens is bound to happen.
This place is has been a haven for me and my thoughts, and a place where I can share literature I adore. It was nice knowing you all and I wish you all the best.
(I sound so dramatic but I'm just in my feels lmao)
love yall and stay hydrated divas
muwah xoxo

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The Full "I Will Love You." Letter by Lemony Snickett.
Always. Continuously.
With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope.
I will love you with no regard to the actions of
our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will
love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends.
I will love you no matter what is served in the world's
cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess.
I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure,
and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in a
blurring, boring chalk.
I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to
reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is
to memorize the periodic table. I will love you no
matter what your locker combination was, or
how you decided to spend your time during
study hall.
I will love you no matter how your
soccer team performed in the tournament or
how many stains I received on my cheerleading uniform.
I will love you if I never see you again,
and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday,
I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love
you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if
you abandon your baticeering, and I will love you
if you retire from the theater to take up some
other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you
if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of
hanging it up and I will love you if you betray
your father. I will love you even if you announce
that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the
world and even if you announce that the work of
Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious.
I will love you if you abandon the theremin and
take up the harmonica and I will love you if you
donate vour marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M.
I will love you as the starfish loves a
coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the
oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them.
I will love you as the pesto loves the fetuccini and as
the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura
loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the
pizza.
I will love you as the manatee loves the
head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard,
as the leech loves the ankle of a wader
and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture,
I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest
patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer.
I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and thecrumbs love the beard,
and the damp napkin
loves the crumbs, and the precious document
loves the dampness in the napkin, and the
squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document,
and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written.
I will love you as the iceberg loves the
ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and
the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale,
and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval
uniforms.
I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents,
and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices,
and as the pen loves to write down the
words these voices utter in a notebook for
safekeeping.
I will love you as a shingle loves
falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin,
and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey.
I will love you as an airplane loves to fall
from a clear blue sky and as an escalator loves
to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms.
I will love you as a wet paper towel
loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a
bathroom ceiling and an eraser loves to leave
dust in the hairdos of the people who talk too much.
I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop
from its shirt and explore the party for itself and
as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately
into the punchbowl.
I will love you as a taxi loves
the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library
loves the patient tick of a clock.
I will love vou as
a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a
murder,
as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes.
I will love you as misfortune loves
orphans,
as fire loves innocence and as justice
loves to sit and watch while everything goes
wrong.
I will love you as a battlefield loves young
men and as peppermints love your allergies, and
I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe
of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling
off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire
department loves rushing into burning buildings
and as burning buildings love to chase them
back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a
blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase
after it.
I will love you as a dagger loves a certain
person's back, and as a certain person loves to wear daggerproof tunics,
and as a daggerproof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility,
and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning
facility loves to stay up late with a pair of
binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours
in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a
burglar loves sneaking up behind people with
binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left
her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer
loves a secret compartment, and as a secret
compartment loves a secret, and as a secret
loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping
person loves a glass of brandy to calm their
nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter
on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering
loves to make someone else gasp, and as
someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to
lean against, even if leaning against it presses a
lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a
secret compartment. I will love you until all such
compartments are discovered and opened, and
until all the secrets have gone gasping into the
world. I will love you until all the codes and
hearts have been broken and until every
anagram and egg has been unscrambled.
I will love you until every fire is extinguished and until
every home is rebuilt form the handsomest and
most susceptible of woods, and until every
criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of
policemen.
I will love you until M. hates snakes
and J. hates grammar,
and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love
and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V.
I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates
an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the
tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree
and an apple hates a nest,
although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try.
I will love you as we grow older,
which has just happened, and has happened
again, and happened several days ago,
continuously, and then several years before that,
and will continue to happen as the spinning
hands of every clock and the flipping pages of
every calendar mark the passage of time, except
for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind
and the calendars that people have forgotten to
place in a highly visible area. I will love you as
we find ourselves farther and farther from one
another, where once we were so close that we
could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender
spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively
I will love you until the chances of us running
into one another slip from skim to zero, and until
your face is fogged by distant memory, and your
memory faced by distant fog, and your fog
memorized by a distant face, and your distance
distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog.
I will love you no matter where you go and
who you see, no matter where you avoid and
who you don't see, and no matter who sees you
avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter
what happens to you, and no matter how I
discover what happens to you, and no matter
what happens to me as I discover this, and no
matter how l am discovered after what happens
to me happens to me as I am discovering this.
I will love you if you don't marry me. I will love you
if you marry someone else - your co-star,
perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R.
although sadly I believe it will be quite
some time before two women can be allowed to
marry - and I will love you if you have a child,
and I will love you if you have two children, or
three children, or even more, although I
personally think three is plenty, and I will love
you if you never marry at all, and never have
children, and spend your years wishing you had
married me after all, and I must say that on late,
cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the
scenarios I have mentioned.
That, Beatrice, is
how I will love you even as the world goes on its
wicked way.

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