"I Sense That I Am Slowly Letting Go. That I'm Growing Less In Love With You Every Single Day. I Think

I wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time

“Loving someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.”

— A man called Ove, Fredrick Bachman.

You were holding my heart in the palms of your hand. You could have been gentle yet you decided to crush it.

He's obsessed with her body right now. She likes him like this—kissing every part of her like he's deriving life force from it.

—When I am with you, Durjoy Datta.

😩❤🥀

The desi urge to start wearing Anklets and make promise bracelets 🤍

Scam

Words are oblivious in belittling my emotions

Quarrying into these veins that pumps scarlet

Scared for life they see the prey shaking

Of anger? Of fear? Of Disgust?

Sanctuaries are vanquished in holy names of covetousness

Proclaims their admiration by using daggers

Pointed at the cause of all sin: the heart

Contrary to the vehemence that I feel

Violated and denied the prerogatives offered to me at birth

Silent are the behest of the laws of the soul

~Srijita

“She made you decent, and in return you made her so happy”

—One Day

You said I make you blush with my words

You make my blush with just your existence

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

— Azar Nafisi

If you ever unlove me, have the guts to tell it to my face. Otherwise you are a coward.