Tumgik
#abbas kiroastami
khanabeer · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Grief is an eight legged horse galloping the past and reality.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
14 notes · View notes
qaasid · 4 years
Text
The world I want to live in.
9 notes · View notes
windowstories · 4 years
Text
Tumblr media
Red hand prints of India..A tradition of imprinting hands soaked in red color is prevalent in Indian villages. The concept was also present in fiery deaths of banned custom Sati. Although in current times they denote happiness and community living.
0 notes
khanabeer · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
Jamie Anderson
9 notes · View notes
khanabeer · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media
My room knows me well,
It knows, what I want.
But doesn't let me have it, at my will.
It hides stuff from me.
and leaves people, feelings for me to find later.
I look for a pen but
instead I find a memory of someone or decade old night out.
Or your perfume as you left that day to never come back again.
And then, I'd find the pen.
- anonymous
32 notes · View notes
khanabeer · 3 years
Text
Tumblr media
14 notes · View notes
khanabeer · 5 years
Photo
Tumblr media
and life is perhaps a woman with a basket crossing the street.
35 notes · View notes