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Pain is a reminder that we are still alive.
In stolen glances and held hands,
Love blooms in silent strands.
A bouquet offered with trembling grace,
Fingers tangled, heartbeats race.
Midnight drives, laughter's spark,
Kisses lit beneath the dark.
Bare arms, soft sighs, a meal made slow —
In simple things, deep passions grow.
Wander streets where Paris stands,
Two souls lost, still holding hands.
This isn't just romance, it's fate —
A love too full to ever wait
Love blooms in silent strands.
A bouquet offered with trembling grace,
Fingers tangled, heartbeats race.
Midnight drives, laughter's spark,
Kisses lit beneath the dark.
Bare arms, soft sighs, a meal made slow —
In simple things, deep passions grow.
Wander streets where Paris stands,
Two souls lost, still holding hands.
This isn't just romance, it's fate —
A love too full to ever wait
･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ
இனிய இரவாகட்டும்
இனிய இரவாகட்டும்
･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ･✻･ﾟﾟ･✻･ﾟ
Your past doesn't need you anymore; it taught you what it could and now it lets you go.
What matters now is the road ahead — the choices you'll make, the person you'll become, and the chances waiting to be taken.
Hold your gaze forward: your future wants you fully present.
"Your past let you go — your future is asking you to show up."
Good evening
I am Jealous
Yes I'm Jealous because I am not ready too share you with anyone, You are mine nd
always will be mine
After you, I won't seek love again because I know if I do, I will be searching for peices of you in everyone I meet.
You are not merely a tiny part of something vast; within you lives the same depth, mystery and power that the ocean holds.
You are the ocean disguised as a single drop — limitless, whole, and quietly immense.
Good afternoon
Enjoy
I give a Fuck
I give lots of Fucks, actually
I'm a prostitute of Feelings
Good Noon Lovely souls roaming out there.....
I give lots of Fucks, actually
I'm a prostitute of Feelings
Good Noon Lovely souls roaming out there.....
Sometimes, the simplest moments carry the deepest comfort.
An invitation like “Come over, I’ll make tea, and we’ll sit in the quiet together” isn’t about the tea or even the silence—it’s about presence.
It’s about knowing that being near someone, without the need for words or distractions, is enough to bring peace, warmth, and a sense of belonging.
Sometimes, silence shared over a warm cup says more than a thousand conversations.
Good noon
Kal na ham hoge na koi gila hoga
Simti huye yado ka silsila hoga
Lamhe hai chalo hasakr beetale
Jane kal kya jindagi ka faisala hoga
Simti huye yado ka silsila hoga
Lamhe hai chalo hasakr beetale
Jane kal kya jindagi ka faisala hoga