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When someone said "Once you feel avoided by someone, NEVER disturb them again"

And Ashfaq ahmed sahab said "Jab tum khud ko kisi par bojh banta dekho toh unka bojh halka kardo"

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When bano qudsia said " insaan gham ki giraft se kabhi nahi nikalta, khushi mehz thakan utaarne ka waqfa hai " sometimes suffering is just suffering it doesn't make you stronger it doesn't build character - it only hurts

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Read somewhere " Aur phir meine sari zindagi jis cheez ki khuwahish ki wo muhabbat thi , aur wo wahid cheez jo mujhe sari zindagi na mili wo bhi muhabbat hai "

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Muhabbat

Ham jin se muhabbat krte hain, un ki kahi hui choti si baat hamara dil tor bhi deti hai or jor bhi deti hai. Muhabbat marzi se nahi hoti. Ye kisi ko rizq ki tarah milti hai or kisi ko roug ki tarah. Muhabbat kabhi khatam nhi hoti. Ye sirf barhti hai. Ya to sakoon ban kar ya dard ban kar...

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" itne saal'on mei , mein jab bhi yahan aya tumhare liye bhi umrah kiya tha meine .. tumhari taraf se har saal eid par qurbani bhi karta raha hoon mein "

- " Kyun ? "

" Tum mankuhaa thi meri .. durr thi , lekin meri zindagi ka hissa thi "

- salar x imama az aab e hayat

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Bohot arsa hua hai ek din bataya tha mujhe usne " banana kuch nahi ata faqat chai banati hu piyoge na ? " mein iss baat pe muskurata tha ke banana kuch nahi ata faqat chai banati ho .. mujhe chai se uljhan hai , nahi peeta - nahi peeta .. aur ab uss baat ko guzre zamane ho gaye kitne , nahi maloom mujh ko ab wo kaisi hai , kahan pe hai .. magar ab chai peeta hu , bari kasrat se peeta hu , bari hasrat se peeta hu

- unknown

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Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

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Tumhara hijr mana lun agar ijaazat ho,

Main dil kisi se laga lun agar ijaazat ho.

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Luckily, you aren't alone. #potatofaceiswithyou💛

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The world is so vast and has so much to offer!! #potatoface #havefaith

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But you, please, don’t go.

Mario Benedetti

original: “Pero tú, por favor, no te vayas.”

(via thequotejournals)

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There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.

Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via thequotejournals)

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In a world where I wanted to be different, people made me look at the same direction as theirs. The moulding, I hate that. Why is that necessary for us to feel the same way as others. They don't get it but inside it feels like burrying myself alive. I want to stand out and I now I don't care if the acceptance takes place or not. #Happyyou

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Yeah , I know what it feels like. When you are talking to someone day and night, you start sharing your happiness, grief, fears and everything that comes to your mind. You cherish every day with them and enjoy whatever comes your way. You take silly pictures and tease eachother. From sincerity to being kiddish, you do everything together. Suddenly they stop meeting you. They stop being the way they were before. I hate that. I have seen people change and trust me, this feels your heart with all gloom and darkness. The conversations are not the same, there is no room for clicking pictures because it has now started to feel awkward since the other party doesn't seem interested. The eye contacts aren't the same and the tone, the tone changes. The silence that felt beautiful once now irritates. It bites your soul literally. Don't change. Sort the things out but dont change. It's not gonna help. It worsens the situation. Nobody wants to feel unwanted when they already have tasted the feeling of being with someone they call theirs! #tsdiary♡

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In case I forgot to tell you, remember that I love you. You are beautiful. It's gonna be alright. Have patience, that's your gift. And pray. Remember, I am always there 💚

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Everything about you is familiar. The way you push my glasses up on the bridge of my nose knowing how often they fall down.  The way you know what parts of my stomach to touch to make me gasp. How we can talk about literally anything, serious or not, and be so intrigued by each others words that we always come back for more. Maybe I liked how when you kissed me I saw good memories of us last summer; we were so in love. But I don’t know if it’s the way you broke my heart into a million tiny pieces last year or how every time I remember the good I can’t let go of the bad that makes me not feel those sparks anymore. All those nights wondering what I could have done differently to make you not want someone else’s body against yours. All those lonely afternoons not having my best friend to turn to when I was bored. All I remember now is what could have been. While you kissed me tonight, I was thinking of how I hate the familiarity, I hate how I know what makes you laugh and what makes you think twice, I hate how I know what music you like to listen to when you’re sad and most of all I hate that we already had our chance and you fucked it up beyond repair. I thought of someone new while kissing you and how I don’t know what makes him laugh or what I can say that would make him think twice, and I don’t know what song he would put on if he’s sad, but oh my god do I ever want to.

indiesoundwaves  (via excerptfromabookyoullneverwrite)

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I would love to see you by my side❤