Faqat Khwabon Tak Khoobsurat Hai Zindagi.

Imagine being the main character in someone's daydreams

"I miss you" kya hota hai. Seedha bolo "Kahan ho tum, chale aao, Mohabbat ka taqaza hai. Ghum-e-Duniya se ghabra kar tumhein Dil ne pukara hai"

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.

“Someday, somewhere — anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”

— Pablo Neruda

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.

Sometimes, it’s not about how much you love someone.

It’s about timing.

I cared for her deeply, maybe even more than he ever will—

but he came at the right moment, and I didn’t.

It hurts, not because she chose him,

but because I never got the chance to show her what she truly meant to me.

There were no tears, but inside, it felt like something just broke.

People say time heals everything,

but time is also what took her away from me.

And the worst part is staying quiet,

pretending I’m fine,

while knowing that someone else is living the life I once dreamed of—

just because he got there first.

it's attractive the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

Having a good heart is attractive. being attentive when someone is baring their soul to you is attractive. watching someone fall in love with a part of themselves that caused an insecurity is attractive.

Hii sending you the tumblr hug 🫶🏻🫂

i need this thank you 🫂❤️

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>>>

“If I could, I would apologize to the sky and my room ceiling for all of the nights I’ve awkwardly stared at them remembering things I should have forgotten.”

— Maxwell Diawuoh