I'm just tired of each and every person so, it can be better explained with;
"Raas tanhaayi bhi nhi aati aur har shaks se bezaar bhi hun"
there's so much joy in living a private life. looking really good and not posting it, going to a new city and not telling anyone, getting a fancy dinner by yourself dressed up.... like it just feels like life.. i feel alive and less preformative
people need to understand that if i don't talk a lot that doesn't mean I'm in a bad mood or grumpy or being cold with them, it's just like a genuinely have nothing to say! i am not an interesting person!! i don't know how to respond to people 90% of the time.
the masculine urge to make them feel safe, to remind them how lovely they are, to make them blush with the littlest compliments, to leave them notes, to buy them flowers and books, to cheer them up when they're not feeling good, to make them feel valid.
Truly knowing someone is a heavy burden, a torment not everyone can bear. If you start reading faces, friendships will shatter. If you learn to recognize the truth in people’s eyes, some will disgust you. And if you try to uncover the secrets buried deep in their hearts, you will find wounds darker than you ever imagined.
The desire to be loved is the last illusion.
Give it up and you'll be free.
"Before I die, I want to be somebody's favourite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe."
—Andrea Gibson
Imagine being the main character in someone's daydreams
“Perhaps we may meet each other in a dream”
— Marina Tsvetaeva
to share many interests with someone and freely talk about it with them is such a breath of fresh air