I Think My Soul Is A Field Of Wild Flowers.

A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all.

Surrounded By many Yet Lonely

Biplab Karak (vippik)

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)

Love, you thought he was the one but I am sorry he ruined you. You waited for late night conversations but he gave you unanswered calls. You needed someone’s arms to hold you during tough times but he gave you mixed signals and uncertainties. When days were lonely and you needed someone who would grab your hand, and take you to the place where you’d heal slowly, he didn’t even call your name he didn’t even call your name he didn’t even call your name You were like a flower, drying and you thought that he was the only raindrop you needed to keep you alive. If it hurts so much to the point that you do not know who you are anymore, walk away. Don’t kiss him on parts you thought he’d tremble. Put down your hands and stop praying to him as if he is your God and he’s the only one who can save you. He’s just a boy. A boy who made you think that you deserve everything when he is not giving anything to you.

to us girls, who are hurting right now: we are all going to make it. (via pakalmot)

I’ve become at odds with how mechanical life and it’s expectations may be. There is beauty in the tiny little things that make us human. I hate how prone to irritation we are. Why do we come from such a climate of high temperament. Life is not robotic. People are not machines. Mistakes are made. And really, that’s beautiful. Why would you want a fellow human being to be anything but a human being? We value each other’s emotions and one another’s nuances. We value realness. So why is that so easily compromised in the face of an honest error that an emotional being is capable of. I absolutely hate that we polarize one another and use terms to define eachother. Why do we need to lock others within the confines of a frame to better understand them. That’s one of the most shallow sentiments I could think of. Not a single person deserves to be defined by a moment of neglect. Because we’d hate for that to be done to us. We need to be more human and appreciate what makes others human or else we’re just automated and lifeless.

Sometimes I wonder why you couldn’t love me the way I loved you. Sometimes I wonder why I wasn’t enough and why you couldn’t just be satisfied with me alone. Sometimes I wonder why you even bothered to approach me if you weren’t really in it. Sometimes I wonder why I had to fall in love even when your attention was not fully mine. Sometimes I blame myself, other times, I blame you.

-sillyjenny

kuch bhi qayam nahin hai kuch bhi nahin aur jo qayam hai, bus ik main hoon main jo pal-pal badalti rehti hoon

“I remember how seeing the shape of your mouth that first time, I kept staring until my blood turned to rain. Some things take root in the brain and just don’t let go.”

— Tim Seibles, Slow Dance 

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