echoesofblues

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why can i only speak poetry when i am sad

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i remember the first time we kissed and how your lips touched mine. i remember your fingers against my skin and our heavy breathing.

i know we laughed about it months later, on how we couldn't keep our hands off each other, how we were mere puppets of our attraction.

Truth is I didn't agree, truth is I still remember how it felt when your lips touched mine, a little too vividly.

You see, I was 17 when I first fell in love or at least a version of love. So when I first allowed a man to touch me I was so sure I knew what love is. But when all he knew was the carcass of my body and not the overbearing thought of life in my mind at 2am, I vowed to know hearts first.

Alas, I broke the vow. I did it again, twice I believe before there was nothing left for me to offer apart from my body, before the very heart I took pride in felt hollow and my dreams seemed to be too large, large enough to explode.

Then I met you.

On a random day of a week with life still looming over my head I met you. No it wasn't love at first sight, no it wasn't even attraction and no, it definitely wasn't anything. It was just a random day.

On another random day we started talking– it all seems like so long back and yet so close by, you know – on another, we had chai, on another we laughed on a meme, on another we walked down a silent road with even more silence between us; oddly comforting. On another random day I told you my dreams and you didn't laugh, on another I was upset with you and you didn't walk away.

On another you spoke about your dreams with so much life in your eyes it brought an unconscious smile on my face; on another you were angry but you didn't walk away.

On another random day, I think I gave you my heart.

I don't know when I started hoping to get yours too.

So the truth is, I didn't agree because before your hands touched my body, they touched my heart.

© 💌 chaiandchitthi

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all I want is to go see my best friend because she is literally the only one I'm actually homesick for-

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Sometimes I wish I was perfect enough, at least in one thing I do. Like when I write, I pour my soul onto the page, but it never feels enough to be called a writer. I sketch with passion, yet hesitate to embrace the title of an artist. And when I capture moments through my lens, they're beautiful, but not enough to be called a photographer. In chasing perfection, perhaps I've lost sight of the true essence of myself.

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my favourite thing is when someone says “i think about you a lot” or “i had a dream about you” or “i was just about to text you” or something because the fact that i occur to someone when I’m not talking to them or anything is the best thing i just

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I like dates. I like healthy communication. I like room to grow. I like quality time. I like reassurance. I like reciprocated energy.

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I want to drown in romance. I deserve that.

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thinking abt when someone rests their head on your shoulder and suddenly you're barely breathing because you don't want to disrupt their comfort by moving. will never get over how there can be so much love held in silent gestures.

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being called “my love” is so fucking cute it melts my heart.

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Mother* (in my case)

"why pass your exams when you can pass away" daughter and "i don't give a fuck about my daughter unless she is academically brilliant" father

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Every time I talk to the new person they keep asking me "what's your fav colour?" Now idk how to explain to them which is my fav colour, i wake up and put milk into the tea and water and fall in love with the brown colour, oh God i didn't know brown is such a pretty colour until i saw brown eyes of my bestfriend and drank the 1st sip of chai in childhood, i go out and sit under a tree i fall in love with the green colour, then i see the clear blue sky and all of a sudden i become a bird flying aimlessly till the sunset and whenever i see the red-orange-purple colours in the sunset i feel like drowing in them, whenever i see white i feel like it's my colour, the colour of my home, the colour of my sky that I'm able to paint it by any colour i want, tbh whenever i see diff colours i tell to God that I'm so greatful for your every creation on this planet and then the colourless wind whispers in my ears that "my pleasure"

- sri

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‘My child is fine’

NO SIR your child sits and listens to the problems of even the ones that wronged them because all they ever wished was for someone to understand them and so now they do what was never done for them.

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I feel like I’m drowning again. I’m falling back into old, bad habits, losing motivation to do anything again and my self esteem has gone completely out the window. I’m not sure how to survive this time.

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came across desi tumblr and I think it's the best thing anyone could ever ask for here

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I'm such a hopeless romantic

I’m a lover. I want to drown in tenderness. I crave emotional intimacy. I’m a sucker for deep soul sessons. I’m at my best when I’m loved and when I’m loving.

Heavy on giving the sweetest and most tender love

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i exist within a universe full of misery where my house is a graveyard of words and it is also the place where i first learnt about heartbreak.

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i am so touch deprived it’s actually not okay