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she's got better things to do than be forgotten by me

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:39:38 +0800

MY TUMBLR POSTS AREN'T ONLY ABOUT ONE PERSON FFS DON'T ASSUME THINGS

Sun, 19 May 2013 16:22:53 +0800

PEOPLE PEOPLE THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE

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Sun, 19 May 2013 15:47:43 +0800

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Sun, 19 May 2013 15:19:19 +0800

calcutta-to-california:

visually stunning sets of devdas

Bengali pride

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psychofactz: More Facts on Psychofacts :)

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:18:58 +0800

psychofactz:

More Facts on Psychofacts :)

Kingdoms rise and Kingdoms fall. But you go on, you go on.

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:22:00 +0800

I remember one evening when you were at your worst, darling. Your twitching lips made it hard for me to breathe and your darting eyes filled me with a paranoia I drowned into. I stayed up all night, even as you had fallen asleep in my arms. Past the twilight hour, you woke up with empty eyes; unblinking, absent. You looked into my eyes, unrecognisable by the tear stains shielding yours and gave a faint sort of smile. A smile that spelt trouble, but no matter, trouble was something I could handle. You were gone for a while and there was nothing I can do. I watched you disappear before me, praying you would return soon. What had happened to us? A solemn kind of depression had overcome our rationality and deposited only silos of memories filled with Want and Desire. Those old friends tried to help me forget the other; Sadness.

But you cannot forget Sadness. It’s not that easy. You can forget a lover’s birthday, you can forget your work or you could forget where you placed the car keys after a long night of sins and assorted evils. But you cant forget an emotion, the state your soul drowns itself in, just for a little while. Even if someone makes you smile for a little while, you haven’t forgotten Sadness. It isn’t temporal, it isn’t transient, it’s still there. It’s always there. We race to cover it up, to prevent shows of such weakness and protect ourselves by feigning strength. But the Sadness, it doesn’t understand. It doesn’t compromise, instead, it pushes you to the front and smashes you against the barriers. The best amongst us don’t let the barriers open, they don’t let the raw, vulnerable emotion come in through the floodgates. They take the beating in a quaint form of silence and reside instead in dreams of determination and virtue. For them, the uncertainty of sadness becomes a guiding light, to take them away from fear and shield them from the pernicious implications of our present.

The others? The others sell themselves to the Fear of tomorrow. These people glorify the past when the future dries up. Humans are full of so much fear. If we weren’t afraid of the World, think of the good we could do? We wouldn’t be evil. We wouldn’t dream up fanciful ideas of religion to explain away what we are afraid of. We would give others a chance, we would share. We wouldn’t have to fight, we would protect all regardless of colour or creed. Fear makes us horrible people. We end up wanting to protect ourselves from harmless things, we assume the worst of change just so that we can attack it. We end up killing to save ourselves and hurt others to heal ourselves. If only we were brave. If only the darkness that surrounded our souls had disappeared and we had everything to live for. Everything would be worth it.

But, there is inherent beauty in fear. In the ability to believe past fear and reach out into the trenches of the darkness of human emotion and pull out something beautiful. Something entertaining, that immortalises our love, our feelings and our admiration for the greatness around us. Something that enthrals us and captivates the world. There is beauty in finding meaning and developing our moral compass, first by understanding fear, then by tackling it. That puts the ‘human’ in our ‘humanity’ and that pushes us to look to Bigger Things.

Tomorrow will come

and we will steal from them a leaf,

of the sort that proves love,

clover, perhaps?)

This leaf will fall on earth

like it has been made by the most

tender of kisses, kisses made by our

sore lips, numb from the cold experienced

in loneliness; this kiss will fall from our

invincible heights to show the fire our passion

and the tenderness of our love.

I want to meet you on the train lines, late at night. Nights. The nights are wonderful though, and I hope you find this message. I imagine you reading this as you sit upon the warm beach and the sea licking your toes. I’m sure, if this letter does find you, that it will find you well. I’m sure of it, because you are without me. I want to swim with you to the shores of Babylon, I want to chase you down the halls of the Louvre in summer and I want to play footsie with you in cabs across Kolkata. I want you to rescue me from the edge of desire and plunge me instead into the realm of Forgetting. I want you teach me the art of forgiveness, I want you to demand the world from me, so I can take you to the stars and watch your dampened eyes shine in the reflection of a million city lights. I want to walk down the Charles Bridge with you, reeling in the novelty of it all, or climb the face of Everest and conquer things forgotten. I want to do Good with you, so that you have another reason to live and I have another not to let go.

I can’t make you happy and that daily defeat is wearing me down. You have sandpaper lips and with every kiss I feel another little piece of myself being rubbed away. I feel myself drifting further away from you with every “I’m fine” and every “forget about it”. With every sigh. With every instance of the passive aggression that has defined our relationship. With tales of hope laden with generous helpings of doubt. With every sleepless night spent talking you out of whatever anxiety- filled hole you have crawled into this time. I can’t help you sleep. I will soon become one more reason for you to cry at night. One more thing to be afraid of. One more nightmare to be haunted by. One more memory that will make you even harder to love when I’m gone.

Between the horses of love and lust, we are trampled under foot. I am drowning in these woven tales of my sorrows, in the hope that one day my sorrows will learn to swim. This is not a goodbye, this has no purpose. This should give you another reason to be happy. But it grants a silent sort of happiness, one that comes with the baggage of heavier things untold. The kind of flickering smile one sees on his mother before he goes off to War, or on the face of an athlete finishing last, but crossing the finish line with the same determination as his rivals. The kind of smile that can carry the world in its movement and rides along a tide of mirth. For ours is a kind of love that takes us to insurmountable heights, but ours is a love destined to break. And it is with that knowledge that we venture forward, knowing that our destinies were meant to intertwine, even if only for a short time. I pray that we can finish this as we started, with no regrets, none for us and none for the opportunities lost. This desperation is a sophisticated trap, it gets me every time.

You make me feel like a free man. But the thought of you keeps me within my own prison. We could have all the time in the world. But, beloved, the world is not enough.

For tonight and the morrow,

Yours,

14three: …happy, we’ll all get there. — To Those Nights, Wong...

Sun, 19 May 2013 00:15:06 +0800

14three:

…happy, we’ll all get there.

— To Those Nights, Wong Fu Productions

bargabe: happiness slow and sweet like hard candy dissolving on your tongue the endless stream of...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:52:41 +0800

bargabe:

happiness slow and sweet like hard candy dissolving on your tongue

the endless stream of Need passing you by like a current of the NIle

If all your love was wasted, then who the hell was I

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:48:50 +0800

You let me in your heart and out of my head.

Sat, 18 May 2013 21:04:42 +0800

I love you. I really genuinely do. I’m proud of the things you do, I’m crazy about the way you are on those rare days when we’re together somewhere and I love the way you smile, a different sort of trouble heading my way.

But all that doesnt mean I can do this anymore, because if I stop being a priority in your life, I dont know why you should be one in mine.

Good love is on the way.

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Thu, 16 May 2013 17:22:06 +0800

lovequotesrus: EVERYTHING LOVE

Thu, 16 May 2013 17:21:20 +0800

lovequotesrus:

EVERYTHING LOVE

In my letter.

Thu, 16 May 2013 01:28:25 +0800

This is not a ‘goodbye’ kind of letter. It’s a ‘license for better things’ kind of letter.

It’s another way to be happy.

collegehumor: If Congress Got Stuff Done Like Roommates [Click...

Thu, 16 May 2013 01:25:27 +0800

collegehumor:

If Congress Got Stuff Done Like Roommates [Click for full email]

Gmail to the chief.

"Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."

Thu, 16 May 2013 01:12:21 +0800

““Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.””

- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via loveyourchaos)

You sorry, sorry bitch.

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:38:00 +0800

I wonder why I try to make things better for you, because it’s getting to me. And there’s the other one, that pathetic excuse of a human being for whom I am running out of patience.

from the sky down.

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she's got better things to do than be forgotten by me

MY TUMBLR POSTS AREN'T ONLY ABOUT ONE PERSON FFS DON'T ASSUME THINGS

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calcutta-to-california: visually stunning sets of...

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psychofactz: More Facts on Psychofacts :)

Kingdoms rise and Kingdoms fall. But you go on, you go on.

14three: …happy, we’ll all get there. — To Those Nights, Wong...

bargabe: happiness slow and sweet like hard candy dissolving on your tongue the endless stream of...

If all your love was wasted, then who the hell was I

You let me in your heart and out of my head.

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lovequotesrus: EVERYTHING LOVE

In my letter.

collegehumor: If Congress Got Stuff Done Like Roommates [Click...

"Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."

You sorry, sorry bitch.