I Mistook Your Daggers As Smiles

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

His soul rushed out. Carrying the memory that was important. The only memory that was important.

Vedavati.

— War of Lanka, Amish

"Hope is often just a consoling thought, our naive disclaimer, retracting the possibility of a certain reality that we don't have the power to change."

— Apsara Menaka

Menaka's Choice, Kavita Kané

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

"When I think of you, it's hard not to think of your gorgeous smile.. so hard, but I think of how kind and soft you are even when you are so strong. I think of how your voice is as gentle as a soft little breeze and it softly touches my soul like a hurricane of bliss kissing me in ways that I could never dream.. the lips of a goddess are quite simply a soft kindness that grace you with her tender happiness when you do right by her, they sweetly kiss your body in ways that heal the very skin that they touch.. gentle erotic sensations swirl on your sexy flesh, but I regress.. it's hard not to.. when I think of you, I think of beautiful mountain views and bodies in space beyond the realm of beauty into the spectacular, breathless, vivid, timeless, perfection. Sweet, sweet perfection that lights up your face when you look at me.. when you touch my soul like I matter more than anything in the world, you make me feel. FEEL. You make me feel so many things, but what I love most is that you make me feel as if I am living in a tiny heartbeat, a soft breath.. you make me feel alive, so alive. Every time that I think of you, my heart beats in tandem with the universe, planets, stars, constellations.. they all align into perfection, cause you are a goddess.. you are perfection.. and you are the love of my life."

How could I not worship the places where your hands touch, those beautiful hands are connected to your amazing heart - eUë

We pretend we don't exist anymore.

We aren't "us" now

“Kiss me, my beloved, peel my heart down to the core,

Your lips are as sweet as cherry wine, pour me some more.”

One day my tears will grow flowers~

all i’m saying is if you’d stop playing we could be the centre of attention at any place we walk in

[text ID: tweet by rhiannon mcgavin that reads, “why wouldn’t i include the moon in all my poems? that’s my friend”]