Sometimes It's Just You And Your Unconventional Wardrobe Against Your Mental Illnesses And Neurospiciness.

Hélène Cixous, from Hélène Cixous, Rootprints

Text ID: We know, […] where the other's vulnerable heart is situated; and we do not touch it; we leave it intact. This is love.

  ― Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets

[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]

Dear scientists,

Please, for the love of God, please, make your papers more understandable.

Fuck you

Sincerely,

A college student on the verge of tears

Erica Jong, Sappho's Leap; from 'Talking to Aphrodite'

why are books so expensive all i want is to be lost in another world with haunted old houses and coffee shops and vintage aesthetics and identify with the slightly twisted, mysterious and melancholic characters whose traits i subconsciously adopt lmao

These are some urdu/اردو words you can say to your lover/mehboob/محبوب in place of bae,baby,babe; with beautiful meanings. Take my breath away everytime:

Hamraz/ہم راز >>> with whom one shares secrets

Jaan-e-Ghazal/جان غزل Life of my poetry

Mahjabeen/مہ جبین >>> Moon-faced beauty

Sayonee/سیونی >>> soulmate

Zohraa-Jabeen/زہراجبین >>> one with a forehead shining like venus

Rashk-e-Qamar/رشک قمر >>> from whose beauty moon is envy of

Hoor/حور >>> woman of paradise

Madno/مدنو >>> Beloved

Dilruba/دل ربا>>> Sweetheart

Jaan-e-mun/جان من >>> Lifeline of my heart

Khawab ki taaber/خواب کی تعبیر >>> interpretation of my dream

Noori/نوری >>> My light

Maahru/مہرو >>> Splendidly luminous

Nur-e-hayat/نور حیات >>> Light of my life

Gul badan/گل بدن >>> rose-bodied one

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Edit: I added a visualizer for this on my YouTube channel. Check it out here

Francis Abernathy

Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.

Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss by Antonio Canova

by Sappho

Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out by Richard Siken

To Fanny Brawne (13 October, 1819), John Keats

The Kiss, 1907 by Gustav Klimt

The Meeting in a Dream, Jorge Luis Borges

Holy Things in This World, Emery Allen

You Are Jeff by Richard Siken