I worried about worlds and wars, Monsters and lords, I worried about breakfast at dinner, Death and disease, Wolves in my backyard I worried about disposable thoughts, About worry itself I lived in pain, Danced with enigmas And when the end arrived I still wasn’t prepared.
~ A. A. Roman
love beautifies everything, love connects everything in a poetic way. human connection is art. when your lover talks to you, their words first touch your skin like kisses and then build a home in your heart. when they hold your hand, your souls share an intertwined state. when both of your eyes meet, you enter a meeting behind a physical veil; a spiritual meeting of minds. when you look at your lover, all you see is a walking poem, speaking to you in between the lines and knowing you will understand them even, or especially in a shared silence.
raining:
sitting close to a window, sure to hear and see the raindrops fall
candles lit, fairy lights strung, the soft orange glow of warmth surrounding you
a desk cluttered, but organised
a laptop with its brightness on low
or a journal spread open with pens ready to be used
quiet
morning:
the soft morning sunlight hitting your (note)books
the scribble of the pen scratching across the paper, writing and memorising
a cup of tea or coffee, the damp curling through the air above it
the soft rattle of music playing in the background
hearing the world wake up along with you
night:
the tired ache of your body after having lived through another day
your mind tired in a way that it won't get distracted easily
sitting down at the desk, on the couch, but steering clear from the bed for fear of falling asleep too soon
candles lit, tea made
either staying in your day clothes or deciding to get ready first
the clean feel of your face as you ready yourself for your study session
library:
walking through the rows of books to find a quiet place
hearing the murmurs of other students trying to grasp their mind around their study materials
the table in the back corner of the library, a big window in front, lined with bookshelves on either side
setting your stuff down and making that little place yours, if only just for a little while
working away, not noticing time go by, suddenly the soft glow of golden hour falls onto your work
the quiet murmurs and laughs of other students have faded away
being proud of what you've achieved
Stars above Milford Sound (daniel_ernst)
Isn't it beautiful? When
someone waits for you at home.
someone is there for you to look after your meals.
someone looks for your health.
someone prays for you everyday.
someone puts you to sleep every fckin day.
That intimacy of sleeping together in each others arms. You slowly sleep in her arms imagining a family with her while she's patting your back. Putting each others to sleep and your morning starts with her love. It's a different kinda sukoon♡
10.04.2023 • monday
will ever be able to post on the day i study? we shall never know. *through tears* yesterday. i took myself on a study date and i was very productive! after coming back to my dorm, i once again studied in the cafeteria because it’s fun to be there. :]
this coffee tastes like i can still have a beautiful life
I’m always a slut for libraries with beautiful architecture
Best way to revange someone is success
JAB AAPKI SUCCESS KISHI KA WEEK POINT HO AUR YE AAP JANTE HO AUR USHKE BAAVJUD BHI AAP KUCH NA KRO TOH USHE BADA MURKH INSAN KOI NAY HAI KASAM SE .