Imagine Being The Main Character In Someone's Daydreams

There are some pains so heavy that even words fail to carry them. You long for someone to listen, to understand, to say something—anything—that might ease the weight in your heart. But sometimes, no conversation can lighten the burden, no words can truly comfort, and no shoulder feels close enough to lean on. You cry in silence, hoping for relief, but some wounds are meant to be carried alone.

where can I find a lover? someone I can stare at the moon and stars with, or have crazy discussions about literature till 1 am with, someone who writes me love letters and reads me poetry with their head on my lap. someone to walk around museums and imitating art with>>>

maybe one day you'll relate to the poems about being in love and being loved back. and not the ones about longing for it like it's something distant & unattainable for you.

People who know random things are so platonically attractive to me. Like yes, let me be your best friend— tell me about the history of forks and how forks are better then spoons. Or how octopuses have three hearts and blue blood and what if one of the heart of octopus get damaged. Ramble to me about how the Eiffel Tower can grow six inches taller in the summer, Or how the word “quarantine” comes from the Italian quaranta giorni— forty days and when was the first time you heard "quarantine". Recite obscure mythology— myths and deities that are not well-known. Tell me where the word “alphabet” even came from. and how your grandma use to believe that if a black cat cross the path before her eyes it's bad luck.

I will listen like every word is special, Because the world is full of forgotten corners, And I want to explore them all with you.

When things fall apart and we’re too tired to try again, we call it fate.

It’s easier that way—blaming the stars instead of facing how much we’ve lost, or how much we couldn’t fix. Sometimes we gave everything and still ended up with nothing. So we tell ourselves it wasn’t meant to be. And in the silence that follows, we live with all the “what ifs” we’ll never get answers to.

it's crazy how any of us can die at any moment yet we live our lives always planning for the future

Jisko jo bhi milta hai بے سبب nahi milta..

Sab ko سب nahi milta..

Ao poetry competition karin Sab apna favourite sher blog karin💌

i go first ~

Main ne samjha tha ki tu hai to daraḳhshan hai hayat

Tera gham hai to gham-e-dahr ka jhagda kya hai

Teri surat se hai aalam mein baharon ko sabat

Teri ankhon ke siva duniya mein rakkha kya hai

Tu jo mil jaae to taqdir nigun ho jaaye

Yuun na tha maia ne faqat chaha tha yuua ho jaaye:(

Aur bhi dukh hain zamane mein mohabbat ke siva

Rahatein aur bhi hain vasl ki rahat ke siva;

~Faiz Ahmed Faiz

I can't stop thinking about when Susan Sontag said "I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall - like seeking love in a whorehouse."

You ever write a line and immediately question if you stole it from somewhere? Like the line is so good, how the fuck did I, me, write this?