reading books like the secret history is always such a wild ride, because i'm fully aware that it's a criticism of aesthetic hedonism and the elitism of academia, and then i'll read a line like " if we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look at that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. then spit us out reborn" and i go absolutely fucking feral.
i do not consume art btw it consumes me and its teeth are scary sharp
The problem is we're looking for someone to grow old together while the secret is finding someone to remain kid with....
Someone who brings out the inner child in us....
Someone who breaks the walls which we have built around our hearts...
Someone who makes us believe that it's not necessary that we are always the one who love but never the loved...
Someone who can be our muse....
Someone who feels like a warm hug after a chilly night....
Someone who is like the moon....
-K.Y š
this coffee tastes like i can still have a beautiful life
I canāt find who requested this but here you goš¤
Your dream job..
Clinical Psychologist
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I wanna take you to the special spots of my city. we gonna enjoy the streetfoods together. At evening i'm gonna take you to the sea shoreā±ļø one of my fvrt spot. There we gonna enjoy the sunset. And yk how? You sitting in my lap. I've held you tightly in my arms And you can feel my chest. Koi baatein nahi ham sirf sunset ko dekh rhe aur wo samandar ki lahere ki awaz aa rhi hai. There's a cold breeze aur wo tumhare baalon ki lat ko aage lata hai, i try to put it behind your earlobe. And i kiss you gently on your neck and i whisper this in your ear, "the world feels soo special when you're with me" And i kiss your earlobe.
| Shyam
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Dream
"But there is a clarity about September. On clear days, the sun seems brighter, the sky more blue, the white clouds take on marvelous shapes; the moon is a wonderful apparition, rising gold, cooling to silver; and the stars are so big."
ā Faith Baldwin, Evening Star
Iām a lilac and you are my sun. And every season I need you to come backā¦
āhow could you have forgotten thatā i forget Everything. unless i remember