January 2012
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“As a jealous person, I suffer four times over: because I am jealous, because I...”
– (via syeda)
Jan 21st
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Jan 6th
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Jan 6th
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Jan 1st
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December 2011
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“We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.”
– Winston Churchill (via shedreamsinblackandwhite) I quite dislike the man. That he is almost always so right only makes it worse. 
Dec 26th
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“How do we measure the distances between us, in miles or moments?”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott) (via shedreamsinblackandwhite)
Dec 26th
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Calvin: What's it like to fall in love?
Hobbes: Well..say the object of your affection walks by..First your heart
falls into your stomach and splashes your innards. All the moisture makes
you sweat profusely. This condensation shorts the circuits to your brain,
you get all woozy. When your brain burns out altogether, your mouth
disengages and your babble like a cretin until she leaves.
Calvin: THAT'S love?!?
Hobbes: Medically speaking.
Calvin: Heck, that happened to me once, but I figured it was cooties.
Dec 21st
*drowning in sadness* #Moan#Whine#Fight#Fuck#BS 
Dec 20th
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Dec 18th
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Dec 4th
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November 2011
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Nov 25th
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Nov 11th
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“When I think of Bombay now, at this distance of time, I seem to have a...”
–  Following the Equator, Mark Twain (via kaash)
Nov 7th
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The sun sets by 4:30 these days. Seems gloomy sometimes, but since I like dusks, this is great. I prefer the Business School to my room at Richmond – its got red chairs, people, conversations, hot chocolate and sofas just right for my height. The Pulp Fiction poster in my room brightens it a little, but what can compete with a room full of red chairs ?   I like to sit on that grey couch...
Nov 5th
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Nov 3rd
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Nov 2nd
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A Rehearsal of Loss kaash: By Agha Shahid Ali   The night rose from the rocks of the canyon.   I drove away from your door. And the night, it left the earth the way a broken man,   his lover’s door closing behind him, leaves that street in silence for the rest of his life.
Nov 2nd
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October 2011
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Oct 31st
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Oct 28th
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Oct 28th
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Oct 28th
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Kaash: Who is John Galt? kaash: This needs to be on this Tumblr as a reminder of everything I ever stood for and believed in, and cannot associate myself with anymore. I still love discussing and writing about Ayn Rand, but my God, I cannot believe I ever sold myself to all the shit she says. If I were to rewrite that God awful paper I gave my heart and soul to, three years ago, I — what can I...
Oct 26th
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Listenkaash: Song for Everyone — L. Shankar/Trilok...
Oct 25th
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“Love is our response to our highest values.”
– Ayn Rand 
Oct 24th
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Oct 23rd
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गुलपोश कभी इतराए कभी  महके तो नज़र आ जाए कहीं  ताबीज़ बना के पहनूं उसे  आयत की तरह मिल जाए कहीं.  मेरा नघ्मा वोही मेरा कलमा वोही  यार मिसाले ओंस चले   पाँव के कथा फिरदौस चले कभी डाल डाल कभी पात पात  मैं हवा पे ढूंढूं उसके निशान  चल छैय्याँ छैय्याँ छैय्याँ छैय्याँ वो यार है जो खुशबू की तरह जिसकी ज़ुबां उर्दू की तरह  मेरी शाम रात मेरी कायनात  वो यार मेरा सैय्याँ सैय्याँ  -...
Oct 15th
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“Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does...”
– Restoration libertine poet John Wilmot, A Ramble in St. James’s Park (via kaash)
Oct 11th
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Oct 10th
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Oct 9th
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Oct 9th
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Oct 5th
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A Love Song By William Carlos Williams What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love Is upon the world. Yellow, yellow, yellow, It eats into the leaves, Smears with saffron The horned branches that lean Heavily Against a smooth purple sky. There is no light— Only a honey-thick stain That drips from leaf to leaf And limb to limb Spoiling the...
Oct 5th
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Oct 2nd
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Oct 2nd
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Oct 2nd
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September 2011
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“I have lost friends, some by death…others by sheer inability to cross the...”
–  Virginia Woolf (via gauriburma)
Sep 29th
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Sep 28th
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Edinburgh – Week 1 Arthur’s Seat Nicholson Street Castles Jini Teviot Ceilidh Wine & Cheese Wood Black Medicine Vodka & Coke CH 801 Posters Wasted desi jokes Skittles Peartree Royal Mile Rain Stockings George Square WebCT Skype Maggi Aaloo ki sabzi V Wind More wind And more wind PS - Mulk :P 
Sep 17th
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Sep 11th
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August 2011
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Aug 5th
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“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring...
Aug 3rd
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July 2011
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My favourite ladies - their essence captured by Raghu Rai :) “It is said that she was ‘the only man in her Cabinet’, and how powerful Indira Gandhi was can be gauged from this photograph shot in 1970, during a meeting with her MLAs from Gujarat.” - Raghu Rai M.S ~ Divinity Sources - Indira Gandhi’s -...
Jul 30th
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“Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.”
– Bill Watterson (via kari-shma)
Jul 29th
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Jul 19th
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Jul 19th
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“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy...”
– Oscar Wilde (via kari-shma)
Jul 8th
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Jul 5th
June 2011
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May 2011
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May 27th
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May 23rd