I Wait For You At Night, In The Winter And When I Am Dead.

You said you love me yet your actions say otherwise

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.

—Stephenie Meyer, Twilight (The Twilight Saga, #1)

THE SONG OF ACHILLES || Madeline Miller

Understanding is but the sum of our misunderstandings.

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

I hated you for a long time. From the time I was little, I used to think that I didn't belong in such a miserable little place, that I was someone who deserved to be in more comfortable circumstances. I felt it was unfair for you to treat me as you did. My classmates all seemed to be living happy, satisfying lives. Kids whose gifts and talents were far inferior to mine were having much kore fun than I was every day. I used to seriously wish that you were not my father. I imagined that this had to he some mistake; you couldn't possibly be my real father; there couldn't be any blood relationship.

—Tengo

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84, Book 2

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

क्या आप मुझ पर खफ़ा हैं?

ये सासे जो पुकारती है मुझे, आपके हैं?

नस-नस में जो खून बेह रहा हैं,

न जाने कहाँ जा रहा हैं

काश इस जिंदगी ने बोल दी होती

सासे लेना क्या गुनाह हैं मेरी?

One day my tears will grow flowers~

I hate you because I love you.