darkened silver jhumkas, worn out kajal, a delicate bindi royally seated between unruly eyebrows, cotton kurtas and georgette dupattas, my middle class desi girl, you invented fashion
they should make an august for grieving and being blue all the time and an august for.. well. enjoying the summer and living your life. and they should be in the same year
(And other tales about religious trauma)
home is the first grave
@filmnoirsbian x (from @willemdafoegf 's post // catherine lacey // chen chen // silas denver melvin // aloha from hell, richard kadrey // courtney love prays to oregon // @heavensghost // st. lucy’s home for girl’s raised by wolves // x // taylor swift’s “my tears ricochet” // this post @ceemetery
buy me a coffee
I love when the sky is bisexual like yes
Silsila (1981), India
It's december and i miss you yet again
watched Jab We Met and started crying
You are so young, all still lies ahead of you, and I should like to ask you, as best I can, dear Sir, to be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms, like books written in a foreign tongue. Do not now strive to uncover answers: they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them. And what matters is to live everything. Live the questions for now.
—Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
In another universe I never outgrew you because you got to grow up with me
she/her ▪︎ my mind; little organization
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