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Signed. Sealed. Gone.

They say letters are a thing of the past writing one feels like a forgotten ritual and maybe the world has made peace with blue ticks and blinking cursors but there was a time when words weren’t typed they were touched felt folded into corners of aching paper ink held the weight of silences and every smudge carried a story not just what was said but what trembled between the lines and now when the closing of registered post is about to it feels like one more thread of tenderness quietly slips away you can call it progress speed fast track whatever you like but no tracking id can trace the softness of waiting no digital ping can carry the scent of longing that lived in old envelopes love took its time back then and so did words and this old soul still aches for the kind of letter that didn’t just arrive but stayed with you long after it was read.

माना चिठ्ठियों के सिलसिले पुराने हो गये, खत लिख ना पाने के बहाने हो गये, मगर पुराने खतों की वो बात कहाँ से लाओगे , चिट्ठियाँ लिखे तो जमाने हो गये। 

Technology can't replace the real essens of letters

-Sh00nya

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Why does “falling in love” have pretty much exclusively romantic connotations it’s such a good phrase. I’ve fallen in love with every single one of my friends

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can we all agree that pressing foreheads together is an underrated act of affection??

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been getting really into bed recently

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I hope one day I get to find someone who knows how to properly love me. Platonic, romantic, whatever the fuck I do not careeee. I just want someone who’s properly there for me and makes me feel safe. And I hope to have developed the maturity to be there for them at that point, to return their unequivocal love in kind. I’m so ready for a sanctuary, for someone who understands me and cocoons me and guides me and listens to me properly. Tired of the learning experiences!!!! Real thing when!!!!!!!!

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Too passionate for nonchalant people

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I'm learning so many different ways to be quiet

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do you ever just want to sit outside with someone and talk all night

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this august do whatever you want and stay up late

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journal, august 1st

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in another universe, im not spending all my energy surviving

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I don't know if it's just me or anyone else who goes silent and somehow starts thinking about all the things they failed and boom you start living it all again.

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“Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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humiliation ritual but it’s just me being me

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One of the painful revelations I have to accept is that people don't have to understand. As someone who has always been misunderstood and misinterpreted, I have always had a need to over-explain myself, trying to make people understand. But then I realized that people aren't obligated to understand. They are not responsible for understanding me. They believe whatever they choose to believe. And it's not my responsibility to fix that assumption. It hurts, yes, but I don't have to stretch myself just to be understood. I don't have to do that. And you don't have to either. Let it be. Let it go. Not everything is worth fighting for. People believe what they want to believe. Stay rooted in your truth, because that is what makes you, you.

Somewhere dreaming

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आप लोगो ने notice किया होगा, आजकल कोशिश करने वालों की भी हार हो रही है