“He looked into my eyes and softly whispered how much this meant to him, holding on tightly as if he would never let go. My mind couldn’t help but tear up in front of him as his grip tightened. ‘You are the most beautiful person I have ever met, and I love you so much.’ I had never experienced love before. What is this feeling that suddenly made me cry without guilt? How can someone be so haunted yet so kind when every door has been shut in front of him?”
My pov vs his.
(Brown dad core of a feline creature)
Omg Hiii Diii
Welcome back🫂✨💗
I surely missed seeing you on my dash
Awww honey I surely missed you and the community 🫂
It feels good to be back again ♥️
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
her (2013)
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955
haiku #15, tathev simonyan
— Louise Glück, "The Burning Heart"
A random collection of beautiful tumblr post
“Where elegance of tradition whispers the tale of artwork.”
November’24, Bikaner House, New Delhi.
They/Them | 22 | INFJ | Geography major | Spilled emotions and Stills | Instagram sumedhachattopadhyayy | Alter Ego: @monetsirises in Tumblr.
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