If this is madness, drown me in it.
If.. this is madness ..
I've already descended too far.
Perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing
Perhaps burning was a painless thing
Perhaps falling was a peaceful thing.
چار ہفتے تمہارے ساتھ نہیں تھا۔ اگر تمہارا خیال نہ آتا تو میں مر جاتا۔
تم جھوٹے ہو۔
تم بھی۔
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A frienly reminder!
There is a difference between Sarcasm and Jahalat.
"A bird that can't fly is only prey."
~Kira
الله بڑا ہے آپکے ہر خوف سے، ہر خواہش سے ہر دکھ سے، ہر اندیشے، اور ہر پریشانی سے۔
انسانوں کو جج نہیں کرتے, ان سے محبت کرتے ہیں۔
sometimes your heart hurts, physically
not heart silly, chest, your chest hurts
hurt, hurt, hurt, so badly
that it feels like bleeding
traces of blood following through to ground
leaving behind
all agony and pain
regrets and memories,
all bad, bad , bad things.
ان کی محفل میں نصیر ان کے تبسم کی قسم
دیکھتے رہ گئے ہم ہاتھ سے جانا دل کا
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~Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
مدتیں درد کی لو کم تو نہیں کر سکتی۔
"Come back to life, love.
I'll be here when you wake up."
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And Right now Warner is a completely different person. Where's the guy who was going to propose my best friend? Where's the guy having a panic attack on his bedroom floor? Where's the guy who laughed so hard his cheeks dimpled? Where's the guy I thought was my friend?)
"What happened to you, man?" I whisper
"Where'd you go?"
"Hell," he says. "I've finally found hell."
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Warner stands up. he's standing Infront of me, studying my eyes, but it turns out I can't hold his gaze for longer than a sec. His eyes are such a pale green they're disorienting to look at on his good days. But today- right now--
He looks Insane.
"Look at me," he says
"Um, no thanks."
"Look at me," he says again, quietly this time."
(I don't know why I do it. I don't know why I give in. I don't know why there's still a part of me that believes in Warner and hopes to see something human in his eyes. But when I finally look up, I lose that hope. Warner looks cold. Detached. All wrong. I don't understand it.
I mean I'm devastated, too. I'm upset too, but I didn't turn into a completely different person.
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"What about you? What do you think about this? you're okay with letting your own brothers die?"
"I'm okay with a lot of things, kishimoto."
"That's bullshit, That's bullshit and you know it. you're better than this."
Warner says nothing. I know he's in a fragile state right now- but I can't help it. I can't let this go, not like this.
"So that's it?After everything, that's it? you're going to let James die?
What do you think J would say right now, huh? How do you think she'd feel about you letting someone murder a child?"
CONTINUE ---
"But you must never, ever let idiots into your head. They will only lead you astray."
"But how?" she says, her voice breaking on the word
"How do I get them out of my head?"
"Set them on fire."
her eyes go wide.
"In your mind", I say attempting a smile , "let them fuel the fire that keeps you striving." I reach out, touch my fingers to her cheek. "Idiots are highly flammable love, let them all burn in hell."
a peacock in the middle of hell
What are you thinking about?
I was thinking about you.
Me?
I was thinking about how much I love you,
Did you feel it?
Aaron?
yes?
yes, you felt it?
yes.
What does it feel like?
It's hard to describe. It's a pleasure so close to pain I sometimes can't tell the two apart.
That sounds awful.
No, It's exquisite.
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ہر با وفا کا ربط ہے اک بے وفا کے ساتھ
"But now I feel like I'm clinging to the blurring edges of sanity, that elusive, fair-weather friend always breaking my heart."
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