Losing someone close to you is such a crippling feeling.
“Numbing the pain is not the same as healing it,” Master Sameed said. “When the anesthesia wears off, the pain is still there.”
The feminine urge to love them with your whole heart even when you know it will never be reciprocated.
at this point i only need you in my life if you’re here to rail me or kill me. whatever you’re up to
"I have never loved a man as I love you, and I never shall again."
— Apsara Menaka
Menaka's Choice, by Kavita Kané
Word deceive me, as I drown in the depths of your moonlight eyes.
“Numbing the pain is not the same as healing it,” Master Sameed said. “When the anesthesia wears off, the pain is still there.”
I reread our texts. I cry to the words that made me laugh.
I hold onto to my crumbling self, as it drifts apart in your memories.
It was just a good joint, good conversations and a good fuck
Then why did my inner child feel safe with you?
😩❤🥀
The desi urge to start wearing Anklets and make promise bracelets 🤍