Sentimental - Blog Posts

Lethargically romantic.

Never seen a night so calm,

I look at you. Your tears fall in silence.

Your gaze goes through my heart like a long needle. I reminisce the beginnings;

We hurt each other, with no words.

We can still hear the fireflies.

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ਐਨੀ ਸਕੂਨ ਭਰੀ ਰਾਤ ਕਦੇ ਨਹੀਂ ਵੇਖੀ ।

ਮੈਂ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਵੇਖਦਾ ਹਾਂ। ਤੇਰੇ ਹੰਝੂ ਚੁੱਪ-ਚੁਪੀਤੇ ਡਿੱਗਦੇ ਨੇ ।

ਤੇਰੀ ਨਿਗਾਹ ਮੇਰੇ ਦਿਲ ਥਾਣੀਂ ਇੱਕ ਲੰਬੀ ਸੁਈ ਵਾਂਗੂੰ ਲ਼ੰਘਦੀ ਐ;

ਮੈਂ ਸ਼ੁਰੂਆਤੀ ਦਿਨਾਂ ਦੇ ਖਿਆਲਾਂ ‘ਚ ਖ਼ੋ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹਾਂ।

ਆਪਾਂ ਦੋਵੇਂ ਇੱਕ ਦੂਜੇ ਨੂੰ ਖ਼ਾਮੋਸ਼ ਰਹਿਕੇ ਜ਼ਖ਼ਮੀ ਕਰਦੇ ਹਾਂ ।

ਪਿੱਛੇ ਹਜੇ ਵੀ ਜੁਗਨੂੰ ਸੁਣਾਈ ਦੇ ਰਹੇ ਨੇ ।

Billy always gets me.

To walk on the street is like being in a library. You might choose a random book from a random shelf, or search for what you want in your favorite section. You often choose the book, judging by the coverpage you like. Then you read on the back, a short introduction of the books contence. But if you really want to know what the books about, and understand the ending, you have to open the book and read the pages. You might skip some pages from time to time, but then there is a limit to how many books you can read through your life. Just be sure they are good books. In the end there are only a few books you can read over and over, without tiring of them. Keep those books close, and give them a good ending

In depths of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. Albert Camus

Like a train to nowhere...

Ever since I turned 20, I can feel my perspective change and I can feel myself growing up now. I’m excited to see where my life will go and who I am in the up coming months.

Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits

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What is love?

Shut the fuck up

You silly poet

I do not need to yearn for love

Love is nothing

Instead I lie with my lover

I fart

He tells me its okay

Then he farts

Life is at peace

Life is perfect

Im always trying to set the mood with protection spells and good energy. Moments to myself like this lately have given me hope and a connection to my own journey in family life. It’s lovely. It’s my quiet time I adore.

"A long time ago, I had two parents. I was an only child. Then they died. I was in a house with two strangers. Then the strangers were my father and my... uncle? No, grandfather. I was still an only child. Until I had a brother. Then I didn't. I was an only child again. A friend became a sister. I got another brother. My old brother came back. He was different. But I was just glad he was back. An enemy became a friend... and then another sister. Then a random weirdo I didn't really like became a friend... and then another sister. Then one more brother just showed up... I hated him, until I loved him. That whole time, I wondered what family really was. I just figured it out. It's the people you love more than anyone else, the people you would die for- whether it not you're related. That's family. And I'm glad to be a part of this one."

-Dick Grayson, at some point