Haircut Thoughts, Felt Like Sharing

Lovely , just lovely !!

Only one look...

Your smile is precious Your scent is vicious Only one look at you makes me imagine all the fictions

Every time you come around it’s like you are a breeze And when you go away feels like a storm woke up from ease

When you bowl the overs and knock them all down I feel like you are the only one playing on the ground

Just one look at you makes me daydream Only one look that makes you the soul of the team…

Life goes on,

Ignoring my pain and blues

Life goes on,

No matter what i choose.

They asked , then what's the point living,

when all we're headed to, is death?

I tried to find that answer myself

but failed hard, somehow.

Until Now.

Looking back at all that,

i dont weep, but ponder,

if death is all it is about

then we wouldn't have been alive

in the first place!

It's not about ending, in the end.

It's about making everything about my end

worth dying for.

It's about making a life, worth living.

Making all my time between

life and death

worth remembering,

is all what it is about.

-mauli

Everybody you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.

- anonymous

If you can't

respect her ,

even as much

as your fellow 'men', your 'bros',

don't even bother

loving her

in the first place.

Cuz you don't even know

that respect is above

all the love that you can show.

Love comes complimentary

with respect and true care,

but they might not come along

with the sole love you show her.

I personally don't think it's entirely their fault but... This is F-ing true!! I want to a cosmologist and work in library (the biggest kind) but apparently will be an engineer of the kind I don't really love because studying cosmology doesn't give you money... until you have a PhD in it which takes years of time and money less days...

#LateStageCapitalism

"Life is a series of random events that happen between birth and death.."

They said. They said out of utter innocence... Or maybe ignorance.

'Random' is when something SEEMS chaos.

Seems...

'Random' is when we can't understand or find a pattern, that satisfies our human brain.

But one day just

Stop. And observe .

Observe the tiniest bits,

instead of seeing the big picture,

look at the fine details.

That is when , you'll see.

In the mind of God

this world was created.

Nothing is random here.... Just so intricate ,

it is hard to comprehend .

But just try, and you'll realise ,

that it is not cliché

to say that ,

Everything happens for a reason ,

cuz it does.

Some butterfly, flapping its wings in any meadow in Australia,

can cause a hurricane in Africa and we'll never know.

not like it means to or even realises it can ,

but it can .

Babe, there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you...

Weirdly enough, this is one of my comfort songs.

(turn the music on before reading, you'll get me better)

I listen to it as i imagine him singing it to me.

Holding me carefully, not too little or i might fall apart, not too much or i might break. We sway slowly side to side, in each other's arms, just for a moment passing by, as i shed all my unseen tears. I imagine that he cares, he cares that he never cared for me like i did for him. I imagine him singing this to my poor soul, telling me that he'd only make me cry, because it would make more sense than my idea of "us". We sway with the wind brushing our sorrows away, somehow my sorrow held onto my heart for him and took it away as well. So as long as this song fills the room, we're the only two that exist, only two that matter. And as long as this plays, it matters to him that i never mattered to him as he did to me. He knows, he shows, he sees, he's sorry.

But the song ends, and so does this pitiful fantasy. Reality comes rushing in...

I had him on my mind , ingrained in my brain. I made playlists for him in hopes the melodies might convey a fraction of my affection. I saved posts that i would send him if he was ever mine. I wrote him poems, which were some of my best works. I had a whole digital diary of him, secret albums of pictures of him, especially of ones which i took, if he could see himself through my eyes, him smiling wide with glistening eyes, maybe he would also want to capture and safeguard every nuisance of his beauty; and also, there is that folder of pictures my friends took of us together in one frame, accidentally of course.

I thought of being near him all the time, i thought of his wellbeing, i wished for him to know how perfect he was. Is. And he doesn't know any of this. I had him written all over my life for about an year, and he will have no idea how deep it goes.

He never led me on, he never did anything that would "make" me feel something about him nor did he drop hints that he felt something, he didn't have to, i guess, because i was never delusional, just utterly smitten...

(but then, what business did those eyes have, meeting mine??)

One day, i gave in to this agony and said to him that i liked him, and he said it was ok, i was his friend, this won't change anything. He was the nicest about it. But I still wonder, what if I would have said so much more, only if he could hear so much more... if he could, I'd tell him,

how like is something i did to a stranger at the airport who i talked to for a few minutes,

how like doesn't do justice to the gravity with which i was falling,

how like is what my mouth says, while my heart goes on to describe his beautiful piscine eyes, as the deepest ocean I'd drown in,

how like is what i wished it was, because it wasn't love of course, something less, something very one sided, but something so true.

If only i could tell him, i missed him when he was out of sight or even when he was right in front of my eyes, i fell for his laugh and his smile and his eyes and his lips and his hair and his hands and how he treated everyone respectfully, and his brain, and how he was so in love with his family, and how he was just a beautiful human being...

If i told him, i felt the familiarity of falling the first day i met him, if i told him i never wanted to be just friends, if i told him i would cherish him in every way he deserves...

Would it have made a difference? Would our story have a different ending?

I like to think

no.

I still don't know how to be that for someone else what he was to me.

Was? .... Is?....

no.

For the sake of my damn heart and the amount of love overflowing from it, it should not be an "is".

Was.

"Was" is where it should belong.

So I'll listen to "cry" again and imagine him singing again as we sway back and forth and I'll imagine i cry my unseen tears and pretend that

this is what my closure is.

To all amazing people here on Tumblr...

Don't you know how precious it is ? when you take your time, go through someone's blog carefully, actually 'read' their works and care about liking them , even commenting. You won't even know ,how much it means to the person.

The person might be tired, might be thinking of giving up , giving in , you might be going through something similar, but that one gesture can do them more good than you can imagine and can light you up too!

Tell me I am wrong!

The world is full of darkness ,but here, your one gesture can bring light. Be that light.

Don't forget to appreciate good things as the world has a little of them left.

Spread love, be happy , keep smiling !!

✨💜☮️🌱♾️

"Falling moon"

𝔻𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪?

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕖 .

𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕨,

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕘𝕠,

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕘𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣,

𝔸 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕚𝕣,

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤,

𝔸𝕤 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤,

𝕎𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦.