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. "Romance was different in her world. In our world. She believed it lived all around us. In the trees, the blue sky hiding behind rain clouds, snow flakes clinging to windshields, squirrels hiding their food, blades of grass catching drops from a misty morning, and in every person to walk the earth. Ella loved to sit on city benches and make up stories about passing strangers. Since meeting her my entire world changed. I always turned life into strands of color on an empty canvas. People blurred by like flashes of light. Just blurs. Then Ella walked into my life and everything slowed down. The blurs of color became people with stories. People with hearts. People. Like me." #Author: #Marilyn Grey

Every night When the  Moon gets  sleepy And  the Stars  sing the drowsy  Lullaby  I start  Weaving The silky threads Of our  broken love  Together And Try to create A dream Out of that A dream Where We’re so  close to Each other Close enough To hear Our restless  Heartbeats To smell Our souls To share The warmth To nudge Our aching hearts To alleviate Our excruciating pains To wipe out The diamond drops That roll down  From our eyes I keep on  Weaving  And weaving Until the  Reality slaps And I open  My eyes And find Myself Alone

Biplab Karak (vippik)

i want a soft love that feels like when ur standing in the sunlight and u don’t want to leave and that gives u the sensation of lazily melting into what’s around u as u take it all in

me: *sleeps for 4 hours* tired me: *sleeps for 8 hours* tired me: *sleeps for a week* tired me: *sleeps for a month* tired me: *sleeps for a year* still tired

Lmao this is so cute and playful 😍❄️

Amrit Photography

تیری رحمتوں پہ ہے منحصر میرے ہر عمل کی قبولیت نہ مجھے سلیقہ التجا نہ مجھے شعور نماز ہے

(via esh-q)