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I always live in the present. I don’t know the future and no longer have the past. The former oppresses me as the possibility of everything, the latter as the reality of nothing.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)

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I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.

Jack Gilbert, Waking At Night (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)

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― Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) Joel: Why do I fall in love with every woman I see… who shows me the least bit of attention?

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He says the best way out is always through. And I agree to that, or in so far As that I can see no way out but through—

Robert Frost, A Servant to Servants (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)

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Qissay Meri Ulfat K Jo Marqoom Hain Saare

Aa Dekh Tere Naam Se Mosoom Hain Saare

Shayed Yeh Zarf Hai Jo Khamosh Hu Ab Tak

Warna To Tere Aeib Bhi Maloom Hain Saare

Sub Jurm Meri Zaat Se Mansoob Hue Mohsin

Kya Mere Siwa Shehar Mein Masoom Hain Saare

Mohsin Naqvi.

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There’s always a thread that needs to be pulled before you collapse. I didn’t know how much I was holding in, until, until I let myself fall.

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To have someone who silences the storm within and outside. Whose arms will shield and whose eyes will be ease. To have someone, you can feel home with be safe and sound with.

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In the depths of the night I say your name, wondering if there’s ever a moment, or maybe a minute, if that’s too much perhaps a second when I cross your mind.

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TAKE YOU DOWN In nineteen different verses, there were nineteen different versions of me and just one of you. Mind you, my dearest, this isn't written with love. This is written with lack of sleep and lots of caffeine. This is written with hurt and blood, with heavy eyelids and fever dreams. As I lay here with silence, the air that surrounds becomes too heavy to breathe. The tiny pebbles that you witnessed resting upon my chest have transformed themselves into a mountain. Blocks of ice and chunks of earth stuffing my lungs, an uninhabitable place. Slowly, steadily, I set the truth on fire and let it burn clean along with this broken effigy of you and I, and seven billion other losers. Oh No, see! forgiveness? maybe too much to ask for wrong you have not done. I may have twisted and turned and thrown words randomly into this burning letter. I may have twisted and turned and thrown myself into this black hole. Perhaps, into an abyss, or a new world, just away from anyone that could be called friend. You see, there's a reason for distance between the cosmos, or they'd suck each other in and succumb to each other's gravitational field, fall in and implode. And to be honest, I'm tired of travelling light years for so long, so fast, spinning in circles, and ellipses, in paths that lead nowhere, like the loops of infinity, falling into each other, over and over. So, I think I'm gonna stay here for a while, safe and sound. Nineteen different verses and nineteen different versions, and in each one of them, I keep spinning out of control for you, wearing perfectly painted faces. Twentieth version, I just might run out of faces to paint and words to play. Twentieth version, I just might be with you. Twentieth version, I just might learn to climb mountains or BRING ONE DOWN! (at Kotkhai, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgXkRSJh4Agh98iACMq8K61vNfgd2AvHVhkWAQ0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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दुनिया हम अहल-ए-इश्क़ पे क्यूँ फेंकती है जाल हम ने तिरे फ़रेब में आना तो है नहीं वो इश्क़ तो करेगा मगर देख भाल के 'फ़ारिस' वो तेरे जैसा दिवाना तो है नहीं - Rehman Faris (at Giri Ganga) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgRxBoHriNuGKIC85fsbmtLa-3ZhRiGZ1Mq7jU0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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अहद-ए-वफ़ा से किस लिए ख़ाइफ़ हो मेरी जान कर लो कि तुम ने अहद निभाना तो है नहीं वो जो हमें अज़ीज़ है कैसा है कौन है क्यूँ पूछते हो हम ने बताना तो है नहीं (at Giri Ganga) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgPPQEWJimZldtvKTStU5Jz231l-VDtnFUszUo0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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बैठे हैं चैन स�� कहीं जाना तो है नहीं हम बे-घरों का कोई ठिकाना तो है नहीं तुम भी हो बीते वक़्त के मानिंद हू-ब-हू तुम ने भी याद आना है आना तो है नहीं (at Giri Ganga) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgM8fWCjjm19d8prxdcpVJRBq4R4Lg1EvU-8xc0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Is there a word for "I'm okay but it's a fragile kind of okay so be gentle with me”? https://www.instagram.com/p/CgAW8KJB7snvC2CwerIEHW04S-DmLlECAYZ0Wg0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Well, I may understand something about the forces within the atom, but I really don't have a clue about human beings 🤷‍♂️ https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf4gpDSB4s3YGpCXHoYO5ounA-Z5YZ7jO72Pac0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=