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Poetry is the only way for me to scream without making any noise.
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maihonhassan · 17 hours
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How hopeless a poet was when he wrote this line:
"Tum se bohat kuch kehna hai magar, kabhi tum nahi milte kabhi alfaaz nahi milte."
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ergo-im · 3 days
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// क्यों हूं मैं उसकी राही, जब मंजिल है वो किसी और का?
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arctic-bandar · 2 days
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I love Olivia Rodrigo songs so much, she makes me hate the hypothetical boyfriend I never had.
I be like "so true queen, he is a piece of shit" then i remember "oh wait no I'm the he"...
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vaidehi-raghunatha · 2 days
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The feminine urge of holding hands with ur husband and spending 14 13 years of heaven in the forest away from the society <3
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theinsomniacindian · 4 months
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Indian Chaotic Academia
Wanting to wear jumpers and hoodies but changing your mind after looking at the daily temperature
Scoring 97% in English in your board exams but your spoken English makes you sound like you are an illiterate crackhead
Messy yet (somewhat) intelligible handwriting
A weak spot for old Bollywood songs regardless of your personal taste in music
Wanting to study in a park or a cafe but you can't as they're too loud and busy
Adrak chai is the solution to everything
Muting the class WhatsApp group so you can read angsty fanfiction at 3 a.m. without alerting your parents
Buying several highlighters but still end up using blunt pencils to mark important study material
At some point, a B is the best grade you'll ever find in your report card
Reading the Mahabharata at the back of the class in the same way you would read a modern novel ("Nooo, why did he have to die 😭")
Coming up with ideas for study charts but never actually making them
The poem you have to learn in your regional language class is actually your favourite childhood song
Getting the 'Slytherin house' that always comes last in every school event
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serenityatnight · 2 months
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Math tells us the saddest love stories
"Parallel lines were never meant to meet"
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"Tangent lines only meet once and grow apart forever"
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"Asymptotes get closer and closer but will never be together "
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seedhe-pahad-se · 4 months
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Desi urge to say "haaye" to compliment a girl. (while keeping one hand on chest)
(yes yes srk from om shanti om visual)
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tejasvkris · 4 days
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I saw this trend. I'm going to do this and blast this with all the tags I have because I'm in a bit of a slump.
10 notes and I will clean my bookshelf
50 notes and I will delete all social media accounts except Tumblr and pintrest
100 notes and I will drink more water
500 notes and I will start studying without my phone
1000 notes and I will start a fucking skincare routine
5k likes and I'm going to limit my screen time to 1.5 hours
10k likes and I'm going to start eating healthy
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khwxbeeda · 1 month
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Date Ideas: Desi Edition
I'm in my TS Lover Era and I need some Pune date ideas so uh.. enjoy my thinking process ig
A proper date: dinner and drinks. Proper manners and polite conversation over good food and good beverages/drinks. You and your date pretend to be very serious adults with very serious jobs, and when you walk out of the restaurant you share a secret laugh as if you've pulled the greatest prank ever.
Chaha date. Standing on the side of a road under the insufficient cover of the chai stall with your fingers gripping the edge of plastic cups or mud tumblers, taking a deep sniff and closing your eyes at the smell of veldoda that wafts up. Looking up and catching their gaze already fixed on you, and looking back down, feeling the heat spread over your cheeks. You attribute it to the chaha's steam, but you know that's a lie. When you look back up, they're wating for you. They wink, and you nearly drop your cup, making them stifle a giggle.
Kulfi date. It's a crowded lane and you cram into the little hole in the wall kulfi parlour that's been there since your parents were children, excited smiles on both your faces. You order laal peru and request them to sprinkle chilli powder on top. Your partner gives you a dramatic scandalized look that has you cracking up and orders a sitafal kulfi without the chilli, please and thank you. With a lot of whining and teasing and mischievous smiles, you finally get them to taste your kulfi, and it ends with them ordering it for themself. You lean back in your chair and grin smugly even as they roll their eyes.
Book thrifting. Hands held, you walk into your usual book shop, a smile lighting up your face at the familiar smell of mogra and yellowing pages that hangs in the little room. It's a tiny shop in the basement of a shady old plaza, but it always has the best second hand books. The idea is to buy a book you think the other will enjoy, and then discuss them when you are done reading them. You pick up Ruined by Paula Morris, because you remember the three M's that your date swears by: Magic, Murder and Mystery. This is a perfect blend of all three, and you rather think they'll enjoy it. When you meet them at the counter, they have Nashtaneer by Rabindranath Thakur in their hands. You both grin at each other.
Juna Bazaar is as crowded as always. You giggle as they grip your wrist and drag you from shop to shop, rambling about their lecture in college. The sonchafa that you had tucked behind their ear is still there, and it makes something warm settle in your heart. You keep your mind on the mission though: buy three of the most interesting things you see, and then explain why you think it is interesting. They gasp and snap up a beautiful crystal vial like a magpie. It turns out to be kajal, made the traditional way. "You have to!" they insist, "it'll look so good with your pretty eyes!" You turn red and accept the little wand, dragging it between your eyelids. When you're done, your partner stares at you with their lips parted. Just as you're about to wave in front of their eyes and ask if they're okay, they lean forward and steal a lightning-fast kiss. "Too darn pretty for your own good, you are."
Camp area date! You two take a whole day to just stroll through Camp, pulling each other into random shops and cafés, looking at everything and eating from restaurants and roadside stalls alike. Your partner drags you deep into a sketchy looking plaza, and you find a clothing shop that sells the most random fashion items. You go to an ittr and perfume store. You visit Pasteur Ice Cream, Cafe Peter, the chaat stalls near Clover Centre and the barbeque corn stalls a little ways from Kumar Plaza. At the end of the day, you go home and show each other all your purchases; they bought you a bejewelled purse that goes with that one pair of your heels and you squeal over it, you bought them a chandan attar because you remember them mentioning it being their favourite smell and they immediately rub it over their wrists with a bright smile.
The two of you are tucked into a little corner of the garden. Sitting on an old bedsheet with several lunchboxes filled with bhel, samosa, kaju katli, shrikhand, slices of mango and watermelon and a bunch of green grapes. Your phone plays a familiar tune— Ishq Wala Love, and you're mouthing the lyrics in the most dramatic style that you can, revelling in the laughter of your partner. There is a mogra cha gajra braided into your hair and three roses tucked behind their ear; your little gifts to each other. Their eyes gleam bright with mirth, lips curved upward into a wide grin, and you can't help but lean forward and press a soft kiss to their lips. This picnic date is the best idea you've had in a while, you think, and the late spring flowers in bloom are the perfect addition.
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Tag list: @mad-who-ra @yehsahihai @natures-marvel @musaafir-hun-yaaron @hum-suffer @h0bg0blin-meat @orgasming-caterpillar @wyvrens @kanha-sakhi
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oyeevarnika · 7 months
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रास्ते खूबसूरत है तुम्हारे साथ
मंजिल की फिलहाल बात नही करते
~आयुष्मान खुराना × glimpse of love
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filtercoffeeonsteroids · 11 months
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why do I relate to every line
author: @jing-le-bells
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maihonhassan · 2 hours
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i love 𝐔𝐫𝐝𝐮 because instead of saying "My schedule is swamped" you say "Kuch kaam hain apni marzi ke, kuch kaam faqat majboori hain, phir waqt bohat hi thora hai aur saare kaam zaroori hain."
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ergo-im · 2 months
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🌸 रघुकुल रीत सदा चली आई, प्राण जाए पर वचन ना जाई 🌸
22 January 2024
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lovebeing-a-girl · 7 months
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Aishwarya Rai ❤️
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janaknandini-singh999 · 7 months
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Lakshmi & Parvati core
In my eyes, Lakshmi is this soft, compassionate and lively girl who loves flowers, jewellery and the ocean and Parvati is a wild, carefree and fierce spirit who loves animals, the hills and rains.
Parvati and Lakshmi often go out together and on double date picnics with their husbands. All of them are besties. Parvati braids Shiva's hair as Lakshmi puts makeup and shringaar on her beloved Vishnu.
"Whenever you and your husband dance, it's the tandav of destruction. Whenever me and my husband dance, it's raas ~ the dance of pleasure. And the universe celebrates!" Lakshmi teased
Parvati pouted, "Let me show you REAL tandav and raas. Come HEREE" and chased Lakshmi all around the forest, giggling and catching her then swirling her around in her arms.
Shiva deep in meditation, sneakily opened an eye and whispered "What are they doing?"
"Ahh, nothing. Just enjoy the show! Want some?" Vishnu passed over some popcorn to him, "Oh, look! They're dancing now."
A playful innocence danced in Shiva's eyes "I also want to.." as he suddenly leapt up and started playing his damru, jogging towards them.
Vishnu ran after him, joining them as they all danced together and laughed.
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