I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.
— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
[text ID: tweet by rhiannon mcgavin that reads, “why wouldn’t i include the moon in all my poems? that’s my friend”]
lovers in the garden
گئے موسم میں جو کِھلتے تھے گلابوں کی طرح
دل پہ اُتریں گے وہی خواب عذابوں کی طرح
Like roses that bloomed last season
The same dreams will descend on the heart like torments
_Parveen Shakir // پروین شاکر
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.”
— Azar Nafisi
If this isn't love, then what is?
i don’t want love, i want us to be mutually obsessed with each other. and i don’t want you to make me feel just happy, i want you to make me feel alive.
I hate you because I love you.
He's obsessed with her body right now. She likes him like this—kissing every part of her like he's deriving life force from it.
—When I am with you, Durjoy Datta.
THE SONG OF ACHILLES || Madeline Miller
Grabbing the amber rosary Rumi had left behind, I thanked God over and over again for giving me a true companion and prayed that his beautiful soul would never sober up from the drunkenness of Divine Love.
si vis amari, ama ‘If you wish to be loved, love'