It Is Weird.

Binge-watching Random TV shows*

New Girl  |  1x22 - “Tomatoes”

Me: *stares into the void*

The Void: *stares back*

Me: *winks*

The Void: *blushes*

Have you guys felt the... distance? Something that you can never get? But it's right there. But you can't get it. But she sits next to you, right on the passenger sear. But you mustn't look. You want to look. Ohhhh you want to look, so bad, that you don't care if you run over human beings or puppies or if you run into a fucking tree. You want to look at her. But you mustn't. She's there, closer than an arm's distance, but you daren't reach out. She speaks to you, yes, she does, and you can't, because if you did, you'd scream of your voracious desire for her and that... apparently, isn't good. So you mustn't. You see her hands. The faded nail polish, and you remember their softness, but you better not attempt to hold them! Even though that's the only thing in the world that matters to you. Even though you think hiding your fucking head in her embrace is the only thing worth doing with your meaningless existence. You better not do it. You must be careful showing how much you care, that tends to scare people away. And you don't want to scare her away. Besides, how much farther could she possibly go? She's right there, but you can't get her. Yeah. Have you?

plenty of emotions.

Me at random occasions throughout the day.

This made me happy.

Some Like It Hot (1959) dir. Billy Wilder

سب رُتیں آ کر چلی جاتی ہیں

موسمِ غم بھی تو ہجرت کرتا

۔ پروین شاکر

sab rutai'n aa kar chali jaati hain

mausam e gham bhi to hijrat karta !

(via @qalbtalk)

Tu haathon mein to hai mere,

hai kyun nahi lakeeron mein?

It can be in the palms of your hand, yet not written for you!

"Oh learn to read what silent love hath writ,

To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit"

-William Shakespeare, Sonnet-23