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Aditya Roy Kapur casually looking beautiful sitting on a soccer ground.
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The wound inflicted by one’s own hurt mosts.
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per apne toh humse hamara guroor cheen liya
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And how did I know that I was in love with her?
Because nothing consumed me and my thoughts the way she did.
Source: wnq-writers.com
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A small bit that I animated for my cousin Ahona’s bengali wedding invitation.
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They are writing novels about what you
missed in High School. Like how to live
after heartbreak. Like how to heal those
wounds in your lungs. I wear my skin like
tape and wish it was oil paint instead, my
soul is a percussion drum, but your name
still tastes like heavy metal in my mouth.
They are writing novels about what you
missed in High School. Remember the
weekend of hot liquor? Remember the
weekend of his teeth? My mother doesn’t
call to ask how I’m doing anymore. I tell
my therapist that this is how it’s supposed
to be. They are writing novels about what
you missed in High School. But they are
never writing about you.
a poem that shouldn’t have been, but is (via irynka)
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the only thing my mother taught me
was to never wear my
hair down
for
a boy who didn’t read poetry; i tried
telling you that my body was a museum
of bones and teeth and heartbreak,
i said poetry spilled! out of me like
gasoline
and only you could ignite the words,
i wrote, our souls are metals in space,
i wrote, our love is molded out of
confetti and ash, i wrote,
i am so alone i can taste the iron
in my blood, there is a civil war in my wrists
and i keep trying to vacuum the
word cancer out of the outskirts of my
mind, if we were talking in frequencies,
yours would be of the sky and i would
be nothing but sun, sun,
sun
my professor keeps comparing poetry
to murder; i compare it to the
way you said my name, i write,
my mother taught me to never wear
my hair down for a boy who didn’t read
poetry;
i wrote,
i will always wear my hair down for you
- a mix of you, me, and us
(via
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Only our memories allow that some people ever existed. That they mattered, or mattered too much.
Joe R. Lansdale, The Bottoms (via quoted-books)
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Sometimes people need to be told they are amazing, to drown out the negativity and the fear. Sometimes when someone else isn’t feeling strong you need to be extra strong for them.
Jodi Ann Bickley, One Million Lovely Letters (via quoted-books)
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Sometimes a person has to let go of something to take hold of something else.
Heidi Heilig, The Girl from Everywhere (via quoted-books)
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Like my grandmother always said, “Your opinions are valid and important. Unless it’s some stupid bullshit you’re being shitty about, in which case you can just go fuck yourself.
Jenny Lawson, Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things (via quoted-books)
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When you are born,” the golem said softly, “your courage is new and clean. You are brave enough for anything: crawling off of staircases, saying your first words without fearing that someone will think you are foolish, putting strange things in your mouth. But as you get older, your courage attracts gunk, and crusty things, and dirt, and fear, and knowing how bad things can get and what pain feels like. By the time you’re half-grown, your courage barely moves at all, it’s so grunged up with living. So every once in awhile, you have to scrub it up and get the works going, or else you’ll never be brave again
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Circumvented Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (via quoted-books)
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You need to understand that what you think you want isn’t always what’s best for you and others. You need to open your heart to learn what you want before you use this magic, otherwise if you don’t really know what you want and you get what you think you want, you’re going to end up getting what you don’t want.
James R. Doty, Into the Magic Shop (via quoted-books)
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Kane Williamson
Did you’ll see captains talk? Just before they asked Kane the winning captain, Kane gave a “why me ” kinda face so cute
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Gosh he is such a cutie!
You can see that Kaneo is much relieved and relaxes a little during post game interview (but soon recovers to answer the question - what a champ)
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the signs as human aesthetics
dark eyes, dark hair, dark clothes, and the brightest red lipstick you can find: Virgo, Scorpio, Cancer, Capricorn, sagittarius
white sweater and grey sweatpants and the hair that falls in front of your face, plus some of those round sunglasses: aries, pisces, taurus, libra
hippie aesthetic/bright colored dresses, flower crowns, bright lipstick: aquarius, leo, pisces, gemini
Source: rosestrology