"The water ate the sun, and I wonder if she'll let me devour her too."
What does he see when he looks at me?
Does he see the anger churning beneath the surface? Like looking down into the mouth of a volcano to see what the insides look like. Red. So much fucking red.
That's what the inside of every human looks like__but I'm no longer full of blood.Only fire.
"I wanted to know what it tasted like when someone else bleeds for me"
"I'll always bleed for you." he whispers
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He succumbs to me like the Titanic did the ocean. Indestructible __unsinkable to everyone but me. I'm the raging sea that conquered him and sunk him to his very knees, and he was helpless to stop me.
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healing seems as much beautiful as ugliest it feels
her eyes glittering with delight. They are what stars look like when they die. No life left in them yet blazing with a light that ensures everything in its path will die, too.
What he really wants is every broken piece of my soul, and for me to cherish every broken piece of his.
But my soul is already spoken for__already claimed by a wicked man with every intention to keep it to himself. And I suppose he's given me his in return.
I'm just not sure what the fuck to do with it now..
Yes, you drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding.
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میں سیاہ و سفید دنیا کا باسی تھا مگر صرف آپ کے قدموں کی چاپ کے تعاقب میں میں اس سرمئی دنیا میں داخل ہو گیا ہوں۔ میں یہاں سانس نہیں لے سکتا لیرا۔۔۔ میں اپنے ہاتھوں پہ یہ خون برداشت نہیں کر سکتا۔ مجھے جانے دیں۔
میں نے تمھیں قید نہیں کر رکھا۔ تم پہلے دن سے آزاد۔۔
نہیں۔ نہیں ہوں میں آزاد۔
آپ زنجیر ہیں میرے قدموں کی۔
اگر میں یہاں گھٹن محسوس کرتا ہوں۔ تو اپنی دنیا میں بھی آپکے بنا سانس نہیں لے سکوں گا۔
"That's who I am, baby. A bad, bad man with no remorse."
you always keep whispering in my head
like angel of death
like devil himself
or
as if you're another soul of me
perhaps I'm getting paranoid ,
& I haven't hated this much nobody but you
yet you always accompanied me
It's not a love relationship
it's not a rivalry
it's the force between two humongous stars
before their collision
with every sec passed
when they came more closer to each other
and hence closer to their end
that force
that pressure,
but what I wanna know is effect of this force
am i anxious for my extinction?
or am I happy for yours?
These men may be skilled in hunting, but what they don't know is that I've been hunted by a far scarier man. I was a mouse caught in a trap before, scared, and helpless as I was taken between the teeth of an apex predator.
But I'm not their little mouse, and they are not Zade.
And I will never succumb to them.
It's both loud and silent in my brain, filled with white noise that drowns out any coherent thoughts. I feel everything and nothing at all, and I've never been more dangerous.
Never been more lethal.
How do volcano eruptions begin? Pressure.
And it's brewing inside of me. The fiery magma is rising, thickening with hatred, growing denser with bloodlust.
Eventually ' I'm going to fucking explode, and I promise I will burn this entire goddamn place down with me.
اے زندگی! تو اپنی رفتار کو تھوڑا گھٹا لے
یا میری مہلت کو تھوڑا بڑھا دے
کہ میں سانس لے لوں پل دو پل کو
جو بچھڑ گئے ہیں ان پہ نوحہ گری کر لوں
تیرے دئے زخم بھر لوں
تھوڑی دیر سستا لوں
کسی بوڑھے شجر کے نیچے۔
تھوڑی آستین سی لوں
تھوڑا خود کو تیار کر لو
اس جارے کے ظالم موسم کے لئے
جس میں تؤں نے مجھے دھکیلنا ہے
میرے زخموں نے پھر ادھڑنا ہے
میرے آبلوں نے جلنا ہے
میری روح نے کانچ پہ چلنا ہے
میں نے ٹھٹھر کے مرنا ہے
اس انجام سے پہلے
میرے احتتام سے پہلے
تھوڑی سی دیر رک جا۔
لوگ تو بہت سے دعوے کرتے ہیں۔ لیکن ہر کسی کی بات پہ یقین نہیں کرتے۔ آپ کو کیچر میں کنول سمجھ سکنے تک کا دعویٰ کرنے والے آپ کے سر سے پہلا آسمان چھینے جانے پر آپ کے پاس نہیں ہونگے۔
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