We Pretend We Don't Exist Anymore.

— Anne Sexton, Elegy in the Classroom

But Park’s face was like art. And not weird, ugly art either. Park had the sort of face you painted because you didn’t want history to forget it.

If she showed him how much she needed him, he’d run away.

Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

—Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell

"It's just that I need to speak to someone.

Not someone. You"

—One Day

क्या कहे हम इश्क़ में ईस कदर बेज़ुबां हो गए

कि तुमसे जुदा होके हम तबाह हो गए।

Kya kahe ishq me is kadar bezubaan ho gaye

Ki tumse juda hoke hum tabaah ho gaye

You are my favorite person Dumbass

I often sleep to avoid my feelings

Because night time is my worst time

And 2am is getting dangerous.

One day my tears will grow flowers~

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

When Nachiketa said, "Tumi ashbe bolei akash meghla, brishti ekhono hoyeni. Tumi ashbe bolei krishnochura r phool gulo jhore jayeni"

And when Mahtim Shakib said, "Tumi brishti cheyecho bole, koto megher bhengechi mon. Ami nijer bolte, tomaye cheyechi"

And when Anjan Dutt said, "Raasta r koto soshta hotel e, boddho cabin e bondhi dujone, rudroshash koto protikkha"

Somehow, inherently, we have all lost someone we loved.

I regret many things in life. Loving you was one of them.