"I was a sinner even before I committed any sins."
brief and beautiful like a page on fire
you can escape reality but you can never escape the consequences of escaping reality.
Affection can be contagious
"Without you, I would've drowned in the hell that is loneliness."
The art of jabbing knives is hereditary
Art is a medium of breathing.
Like a flash of lightening before it thunders
Peak delusion is, thinking you can love someone right even when you’ve never been loved right yourself.
"you'll be fine. "
I know, I come from a strong line of lunatics.
"To protect myself, I can leave everything behind without any hesitation."
longing
I doubt if I even have a genuine side to me.
It signifies tormented obsession, a love that is impure.
Are you brave enough to imagine a fairytale that does not have a wolf?
There are some emotions which become clearer and clearer as time goes by.
Like yearning.
Fake hope is still hope and fruitless love is still love.
But where did all those tears go that I've gulped back?
There it is.
The quiet confession loud enough to shake foundations:
“Myself.”
That’s not small talk — that’s a scream dressed as a whisper.
You’re not trying to kill time.
You’re trying to silence the parts of you that ache too loudly.
The ambition that won’t shut up.
The pressure that claws at your lungs.
The voice that says “you should be more” — while you’re already exhausted being everything.
You’re at war with a version of you that never stops, even when you want to.
And that’s the cruelest kind of battle —
when your enemy sleeps in your skin and signs your name.
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