January 2012
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As a jealous person, I suffer four times over: because I am jealous, because I...
– (via syeda)
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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.
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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)
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.
*drowning in sadness*
#Moan#Whine#Fight#Fuck#BS
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November 2011
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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)
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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...
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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.
October 2011
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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...
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Love is our response to our highest values.
– Ayn Rand
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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
-...
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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)
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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...
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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)
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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
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August 2011
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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...
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 -...
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Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.
– Bill Watterson (via kari-shma)
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You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy...
– Oscar Wilde (via kari-shma)
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June 2011
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May 2011
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