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Me posting shit as if it means something to me. No bitch, I want it to mean something to you!! Wake up!

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In my defence, I am not flirting with you. I just can't miss the opportunity to be witty, that's also, nice, which also compliments you, and gives me the opportunity to use more of good words!

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Some things are done as artistic pursuits. Leave them at that

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Family functions are the most confusing place to be. I wanna read my book, but I am also a people pleaser and I want to ask everyone how they are doing but I hate small talk

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Spring has a way of squeezing out every last drop of tear from within you in the evenings, and gives you the most beautiful mornings that you lose sight of what's real and what's not.

#lol

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He takes my hand, looks me in the eye, and tells me, "my love frees me, whereas yours binds you to me. We are not the same."

I hold another guy's hand, look him in the eye, and say the same. The another guy holds the another girl's hand, looks her in the eye and says the same.

And suddenly there's a full circle of love, all set to fly and yet stuck. Love.

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He literally had to find the most dependable girl for a charity case!

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He literally had to find the most dependable girl for a charity case!

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Does it sting other hyper independent women as well when people just stop pampering you because they know you got yourself covered, or am I broken?

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I think Mumbai is a place to be lost and found..

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It's 3rd of December and I went out with my sweater and fuck y'all ik I look better!

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It's Halloween and I am utterly alone.

Celebrations done right!

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Pre winters (especially pre Diwali period) is particularly menace in noses!

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Coming-to-you,-taking-your-hand,-pulling-you-towards-me-infront-of-everyone,-holding-your-face-between-my-hands-and-kissing-the-fuck-outta-you wala I LOVE YOU!!!

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We are the stars.

I can see that,

You will too.

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That's why mutiny is more fun than harmony, salaciousness trounces salubriousness; desecration beats devotion, destruction wins over construction, kerfuffle over unruffled, panic over picnic, cruel over cool. Thus, as in Tolstoy's story, the wife tires of her nice calm doctor husband and runs after her hedonistic good-for-nothing lover. Sometimes people embrace their own ruin. They abandon dependability and go all in for whatever sets their pulse racing.

- Tomb of Sands

By Geetanjali Shree

#literate rp #tomb of sand #lines

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Ya'all probably read this, but found this on Pinterest and had to share!