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سر تَسلِیم خَم

what the hell did you just say to me Louise Glück

لَقَدْ خَلَقْنَا ٱلْإِنسَـٰنَ فِى كَبَدٍ ٤

باغ بہشت سے مجھے حکم سفر دیا تھا کیوں the poets grieve exile’s pain, yet man was never cast in vain

“I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion—I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more—I could be martyr’d for my Religion—Love is my religion—I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.” Are you kidding meeee😩😩😩

Dear goddddd

But good God, what’s wrong with me, after all? What am I missing? Why this emptiness, this nostalgia? What is this anxiety, as if I only loved something I didn’t know?

Tom hayward the man that u are oh my godddd

dream job: رات دن بیٹھے رہیں تصور جاناں کیے ہوئے

“Your job, throughout your entire life, is to disappoint as many people as it takes to avoid disappointing yourself.” - G. Doyle

Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;

The real elite move is to read literary criticism on works that you *haven't* read yet

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

My own pain teaches me kindness and compassion for others. We are all walking on this earth with open wounds

-franz Kafka