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."
Someone said that the reason we like the enemies to lovers trope is that we love the idea of someone seeing the worse parts of us and falling in love with us regardless of them<33
It is so cruel that we think we're wasting time when we're doing something that we love and that does not have any materialistic returns.
hi hi have u read anything from emile zola??
i have never bought any book of him but i had read his book Germinal in ebook and really loved that.
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.
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
Ever get the sudden urge to disappear under mysterious circumstances ??
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?"
My toxic trait: I find it so offending when the person I hate, picks up one of my interests or starts listening to that one underrated artist I love. It's like sharing your room with the cousin whom you absolutely detest for some reason.
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>>>
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.
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.
Ab tou ghabraa ke ye kehtay hein kai marr jaenge, Marr kai bhi chain na paaya to kidhar jaenge?
People panic when they can't find a familiar face in a crowd, I panic when I find one
I have a terrible habit of leaving things unsaid for the sake of peace
When Munir Niazi said 'muhabbat ab nahi hogi & Jaun asked 'Aik hi shakhs tha jahan mein kia? & Mehdi Hsn sang 'Muhabbat karne wale kam na honge' & Faiz said 'Aur bhi dukh hain zamanay mein muhabbat k siwa' and when my heart kept going through all these phases w/o finding peace.
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
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?
“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 am, as the poets say, a disaster.
I like simple things, books, being alone, or with someone who understands me
falling in love in a (i will read your favourite books and poems and watch the movies which you never stop talking about and listen to the songs close to your heart and will write you a love letter with references from all of it) way
Imagine being the main character in someone's daydreams
“I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.”
~Vincent van Gogh
“What cannot be said will be wept.”
— Unknown
And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.
Jane Austen
(Thank you so much guys from 200+ followers, I'm super grateful :-) )
You’re the only person I’ve ever met who seems to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing.
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
(ngl I can not believe I'm almost at 2.5k OMFG I love you guys so freaking much. Also I'm really sorry for not posting daily, I swear I'm trying my hardest to be active here. Thank you so much again, or so unreal I still can't believe it)
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.”
- Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane