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Sar-e-sahra musafir ko sitara yaad rahta hai,

maiñ chaltā huuñ mujhe chehra tumhārā yaad rahta hai.,

سر صحرا مسافر کو ستارہ یاد رہتا ہے

میں چلتا ہوں مجھے چہرہ تمہارا یاد رہتا ہے

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“Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure.”

— Frida Kahlo

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Even your absence is so soothing and blissful, I wonder what will you bring with your presence in my life?

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tumblr's fundamental purpose is to facilitate the sharing of saint sebastian art between women with beautiful and ornate mind palaces. everything else is downstream from this

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sit with me for a while, won’t you?

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“Even when I am alone, I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings.”

— L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams

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"What a life for you! " he groaned.

"Oh as long as it's a part of yours."

"And mine a part of yours? "

She nodded.

"And that's to be all for either for us? "

"Well; it is all , isn't it? "

The age of innocence by Edith Wharton

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Oh, Nastenka! You know, we thank some people for merely living at the same time as we do. I thank you for the fact that I met you, that I will remember you for all my life!

Fyodor Dostoyevsky.

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I looked at the moon with all its majesty and it taught me a lesson not many seem to know, “never let the trials you go through change the beauty of your soul”

—ayman abdinasir

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"Growing Around Grief"

Lois Tonkin, 1996

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Anne sexton The black art.

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Contact is crisis. As the anthropologists say, "every touch is a modified blow."

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“You learn a lot from people when you let them introduce themselves to you through their words and actions, and for some, their silence”

—ayman abdinasir

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A picture from this date in 2015 and a crop from it. Sunrise on the road to the lake.

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In English we call them Dark Circles but in urdu

Adhurey khwabo ka qabristan hai ye,

yahan qisse chhupe hai daur-e-hayat ke!