Tera Mujhse Hai Pehle Ka Nata Koi…

Even if i’m the villain

I felt peace, you see, because I'd embraced the madness. And yet I don't believe it was madness. I use the word as shorthand. The world will call it madness. You can't convince normal people otherwise.

Lisa Taddeo, from Animal

Fuck restaurants and arcades.

Take my hand and bring me here for our first date.

I need a hug.

Fuck I need more than that

I need rope to tie me so tightly the pieces will stay together

Pick your poison babe, I’m poison either way

I was told there’d be a light at the end of this tunnel.

One more exam. One more application. One more interview. One more job. One more report. One more deadline. Just one more.

You’ve done so much more, so what’s one more?

Just one more.

And then, there’ll be the light. The love. The joy. The praise. All yours by right.

So you go through life, each day piling on top of the next, each morning it gets a little bit harder to breathe, a little bit harder to believe, a little bit harder to choose to live, but you keep going, you keep breathing, you keep believing, you keep trying, cuz you’ve gone through so much more, what’s one more?

Just one more.

So on and on and on we go, chasing the light at the end of this tunnel, but you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out, and you can’t stop now, its right there, that illusive dream you’re chasing that shimmers on the edges, that keeps you alive, that keeps you waking up every morning, that was promised, because you did so much more, you went through so much more, you can do so much more, of course you’ll get it, you have to, right, you’ve earned it, it’s yours, it’s coming, its right there, don’t you see it, it’s right there, just one more step, one more breath, one more day, one more try. What’s one more?

Just one more.

My toxic trait is that I made Daphne du Maurier my personality in school instead of Jane Austen

how unfortunate it is that love doesn’t find you worthy enough to even give you a chance, as if even heartbreak is a privilege you are denied

- shya via yousmellofstorms

𝑇h𝑖s i𝑠 𝑚y l𝑎s𝑡 𝑙o𝑣e l𝑒t𝑡e𝑟 𝑡o y𝑜u, 𝑡h𝑜u𝑔h s𝑜m𝑒 𝑤o𝑢l𝑑 𝑐a𝑙l i𝑡 𝑎 𝑐o𝑛f𝑒s𝑠i𝑜n.

I s𝑢p𝑝o𝑠e b𝑜tℎ 𝑎r𝑒 𝑎 𝑠o𝑟t o𝑓 𝑔e𝑛t𝑙e v𝑖o𝑙e𝑛c𝑒, p𝑢t𝑡i𝑛g d𝑜w𝑛 𝑖n i𝑛k wℎa𝑡 𝑠c𝑜r𝑐h𝑒s tℎe a𝑖r wℎe𝑛 𝑠p𝑜k𝑒n a𝑙o𝑢d.

A Dowry of Blood, S.T. Gibson

You who never arrived

Rainer Maria Rilke

Translated by Stephen Mitchell

You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost

from the start, I don’t even know what songs

would please you. I have given up trying

to recognize you in the surging wave of the next

moment. All the immense

images in me—the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,

cities, towers, and bridges, and un- suspected turns in the path,

and those powerful lands that were once

pulsing with the life of the gods— all rise within me to mean

you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all

the gardens I have ever gazed at,

longing. An open window in a country house—, and you almost

stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,— you had just walked down them and vanished.

And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back

my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same

bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening…

Du im Voraus

Du im Voraus

verlorne Geliebte, Nimmergekommene,

nicht weiß ich, welche Töne dir lieb sind.

Nicht mehr versuch ich, dich, wenn das Kommende wogt,

zu erkennen. Alle die großen

Bildern in mir, im Fernen erfahrene Landschaft,

Städte und Türme und Brücken und un-

vermutete Wendung der Wege

und das Gewaltige jener von Göttern

einst durchwachsenen Länder:

steigt zur Bedeutung in mir

deiner, Entgehende, an.

Ach, die Gärten bist du,

ach, ich sah sie mit solcher

Hoffnung. Ein offenes Fenster

im Landhaus—, und du tratest beinahe

mir nachdenklich heran. Gassen fand ich,—

du warst sie gerade gegangen,

und die spiegel manchmal der Läden der Händler

waren noch schwindlich von dir und gaben erschrocken

mein zu plötzliches Bild.—Wer weiß, ob derselbe

Vogel nicht hinklang durch uns

gestern, einzeln, im Abend?