غزل/مجھے تم شہرتوں کے درمیاں گمنام لکھ دینا/زبیر رضوی
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غزل/مجھے تم شہرتوں کے درمیاں گمنام لکھ دینا/زبیر رضوی
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sliding my way into your thoughts now wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
*thud* what the f-
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helu imy btw silly
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helu imy btw silly
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i be getting winter blues in mid July
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but do we end up feeling anything ever? other than just a big big void in our chest that pierces down and through our bed where our sorrows hide in the form of a monster? the monster who we call out each night and whose warm hand we hold to feel okay? the monster who has been there for us lurking in the darkness? oh dear dear :(
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sometimes, we bury ourselves under the weight of heavy blankets just to feel something
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absence of softness is like a wet blanket of cotton on weak shoulders
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"Our dreams are a soup of our unprocessed thoughts"
-that one toxic crush, year 2020
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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
-Rachel C. Lewis
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25th june 2023
I looked for someone else's name in the viewers list and not yours
I felt relieved
The chapter officially closes.
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we failed as a society when our teens started reciting Hafi and Zaryoun and not Ghalib or Faiz
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if we spooned, we'd fit like a puzzle
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I promise I'll be gentler than the wind, I know no other way
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oh, to cradle his face in my hands gently— upclose
oh, to close his eyes with the softness of my touch
oh, to kiss his eyes, to kiss his eyes, to kiss his eyes
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