What's special in the moon
He's like a superfacial antique
overrated too
He's not even free or independent
Not even there half of time
He's not here but he surely will, consistently
So many years yet he never gets tired
of coming back again and again
he takes wrath of sun
and yet showers us with cold, soothing light
like a breathtaking smile
he makes us usual haunting nights
dreamy, perfect and super bright
he knows he depends on sun's arrogance
so he never betrays him, even at his rise
he never seemed arrogant because of his beauty
he looks sad, alone and tired
he keeps taking our baggages of secrets
and yet we keep arguing if he's worth it
keep judging his place and pride which universe bestowed him with.
Some people are like daises, to sacred and pure to get touched by us, taint by us.
🖤🌼
"I told you in Aretia- I would rather lose this entire war than live without you."
♡
The way she looks at Xaden isn't just doe-eyed. There's an unmistakable longing there, a hunger that has me blinking. It's like she's been trudging through a desert and he's the oasis.
She looks...like how I feel.
He fell in love with pain because of her.
"I thought I could walk away the last time," he says.
"I thought I could let you go and hate you for it but I can't. Because you make it so damn difficult," he says. "Because you don't play fair. You go and do something like get yourself shot," he says, "and you ruin me in the process."
~Ignite me 🖤
those eyes are damp fire
She has eyes of his father but they're warm like her mother.
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ہم جس کو عشق سمجھے، وہ انتہا ہے
میرا دل بھی میری طرح ہے۔
جو میں گر گیا تھا مقام سے، توں تو رب اعلیٰ مقام ہے۔
I just found out that I am a feminist.
جس شخص پر ہم نے اک زمانے میں اپنا وقت اپنی توجہ صرف کی ہو اسے نوباڈی بنا دینا آسان نہیں ہوتا۔ برسوں یا شاید ہمیشہ وہ شخص غصہ نفرت ضد دشمنی جیسے احساسات کی صورت میں ہمارے دل میں رہتا ہے۔ ہمارے نقابوں پر سایہ کیے۔
In my dream I was in a graveyard, not knowing it's a graveyard and thinking it's an airport, then my brother told me on call that there no airport there, it's a graveyard and then memory Hits that yes there always was a graveyard at that place, so then where am I?
"Do you want me to leave?" Warner asks.
"No." I say too quickly. "No"
Warner leans back, just a little . "Tell me what you want," he says desperately "Tell me what to do," he says,
"And I'll do it."
is it me or the night making me fool
His eyes are glacier blue, razor sharp,
like the surface of chilled ocean.
When you see in them they cast spell at you
driving you to go little deep, daring you to discover their depth,
but their stillness tells, they're hiding a storm,
a deadly swarm.
Their ruthlessness is a surety of you never coming back alive, after having that dive.
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