M.S. (via Coffee-crinkled-pages)

M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

I hate the way I give my all, Only to watch them let it fall.

I pour my heart, my soul, my care, Yet in their eyes, I'm never there.

I'm weary of this endless fight, Of giving love with all my might.

So now I close this open door, No one can ask for love anymore.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

"I was looked at,

but I wasn't seen."

Albert Camus, The misunderstanding.

-Zoë Lianne

*ducks* *throws another one right back at you*

Somebody please knock some sense into me so that I start writing my thesis.

Ya to mujhme likhne ki himmat aajae ya fir koi dev manushaya mere liye likh de ffs😭🤏