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The only thing I look forward to in the future is the day I die.

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As your guest, I trained myself

To beautify

Our collective trauma.

Hold a funeral for the imagination, I thought.

(how to wash a heart)

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Bhanu Kapil, How To Wash A Heart

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There’s a softness in Urdu that feels like love, feels like silk, feels like home. It doesn’t merely speak—it breathes, like the scent of something you can’t forget

And how beautifull it was when Jaun Elia said—“Teri aankhein bhi kya museebat hein, main koi baat kehne aaya tha.”

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Potrait of a hidden writer poetess who died by suicide which reminds me of a sher by Ahmed Salman:

Us ek kacchi si umr wali kay falsafey ko koi na samjha ,

Jab uskay kamre se lash nikli khutoot nikley to log samjhey.,

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then finally one day I stopped picking up flowers.

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bala ke takleefa hai tujhe,

phir bhi awaaz hum de rahe tujhe,

hala ki halath nahi meri,

phir kyun hum hai tehere aise,

arzoo teri gaali ki kii,

lahu mai ab nahane bhi koi aitraz nahi.

taig woh kheenchle,

mera gaala neeche jhukega nahi,

jhuk jayega jab aap aaogey,

khudke deedar karaogey

phir yun khudko hum bhi dekhengey,

rakht-e-dil baandh lo,

shahr-e-jaanaan mein ab ba-safa kaun hai

dasht-e-qaatil ke shaayaan raha kaun hai.

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is anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me & richard siken

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Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931

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To visit your street, I deeply wished,

That I leave it bathed in blood.

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“The greatest hazard of all, losing the self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly.”

— The Sickness Unto Death (Kierkegaard)

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“Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.”

— Nikita Gill, Almost Feelings

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“I always talk about love but I’ve seen a life where I can live without it, where I can eat with my hands, make the whole bed, and leave the light on for myself”

— Caitlyn Siehl, Crybaby

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Unki mehfil mein naseer

Unke tabasuum ki qasm

Dekhte reh gaye hum

haath se jaana dil ka.

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nobleflower - it was foolish to hope, they knew right from the start. they knew that this would end in nothing but heartbreak. and yet they still dared to. and now only feather-light touches burn on narcissa's skin everywhere. she thinks she lost her mind right alongside her love.

all pic from pinterest <3

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گفتم که مرگ عاشقان ،

گفتا کہ درد ہجر من

گفتم کہ علاج زندگی

گفتا کہ دیدار منست

Guftam ke marg aashiqan,gufta ke dard hijr mann.

Guftam ke ilaj zindagi, gufta ke deedar mansat.

I asked what is the cruel death,

replied the pain of living without me

I asked what is a healthy life,

replied gazing at me.