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jo "rabb" bin mange ataa karta hai, wo mangne par mayus kyun karega ✨

between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.

you could be the prettiest shade of blue, but if they like red, it wouldn’t matter.

zindagi itni uljhi nahi hai, jitna maine use apni soch se bana diya hai

i wish i wrote the way i thought; obsessively, incessantly, with maddening hunger. i’d write to the point of suffocation. i’d write myself into nervous breakdowns, manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. and i’d write about you a lot more than i should.

Her toxic trait is that she still gets mad about old pain, even if she's moved past it, because she doesn't understand what she did to deserve it.

asal mai azaad woh hai, jisko kisika intezaar nahi

tere pass sahare hain kayi, mere pass toh main bhi nhi.