The Desire To Be Loved Is The Last Illusion.

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.

How do you tell people? How do you tell them that you are exhausted even though you slept for 10 hours? How do you tell them that u need a break from talking and smiling and simply being near them? How do you tell them that although you love them, you so desperately need to be alone tonight?"

this cat was trapped in my building shaft and i rescued him from there and ever since he is living with me.

I just hope that no matter how many times this world tries to harden me and turn me into a cold person, I hope I remain soft. May I still be full of love. May I still be soft and sees hope in everything. And to never become something that once broke me.

Mujhe mehsus hota hai kay mujh se

Yaqeenan eik jasarat ho gayi hai.

Tumhain koi shikayat toh na hogi?

Mujhe tum se muhabbat ho gayi hai.

jaun elia

my obsession with girls with no friends and utterly bad mental health>>

Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.

Khwahishen dil ka sath chhod gayi

Ye aziyat badi aziyat hai.

~jaun elia

where can I find a lover? someone I can stare at the moon and stars with, or have crazy discussions about literature and philosophical debate with till 2 am, someone who writes me love letter whenever we meet, someone to exchange books with and reads me poetry randomly, someone to walk around museums and imitating art with>>>

Imagine being the main character in someone's daydreams