#romanticize
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“One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find- is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.”
“How lucky I am having something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” || ~ Winnie the Pooh
a concept: a romantic sunday with the love of your life, listening to songs and baking cakes together and then you’re shouting at them to do things correctly but they can’t even break the eggs right and you’re just so frustrated with them and then they make that puppy face and crack silly jokes and tell you, how pretty you look when you’re annoyed. And then he takes your hand and take you outside and points at moon and says “that’s everyone’s moon but you’re my moon” and you just melt on the inside
WHY ARE YOU LIKING MY POST? LIKE ME INSTEAD!!!!!!!
I think you should tell people how important they are to you not because they could leave at any moment, but because they’re here now, and it’s worth saying.
one thing i absolutely adore in songs is when the artist includes some sounds that is very personal to them like their lover’s laugh at the end, or like, the sound of a baby, or using the heartbeat of someone as the beat of the song, or a phrase that’s used by their special someone in their native language. it’s so beautiful how music can be used as an escape but also something that ties you right back down to that one person. And it’s like not only are they in your heart? but also in your art???????
i really don’t understand the people who are not excited about the moon.
I am always lonely for things I’ve never had and people I’ve never been
-Nikki Giovanni,The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998
—Quyên Nguyễn-Hoàng, from Poet Statement
Single on Valentines Day Aesthetic for the signs
Sagittariustake a step back from all the emotions you’ve been having, and take a closer look inward. What do you want, what do you need today? You could spend the morning reading in the paper or doing a crosswords puzzle, or just making yourself an exceptionally good breakfast with eggs and fresh orange juice. Notice the world around you, the marks that a bird’s feet left in the snow, the sound that the cars make driving by your window. All the beauty of the people surrounds you, and you are part of it.
CapricornWatching a movie that satisfies your hopeless-romantic heart and then writing a platonic love letter to your best friend. Choosing some quotes that speak to you, scribbling some fast sketches of flowers, and telling them why you value their friendship so much. Shopping on ebay for a special thing that no one else would have in their home. Putting on some lipstick even tough it feels weird in the house, listening to your favorite music, and dancing with yourself. You are exactly where you belong. This is right.
Aquariusbaking a cake and being really proud of yourself for it. Sending pics of a new outfit to your friends and letting them hype you up about it. Taking a walk down some streets with few people on them, listening to a song that makes you feel like summer, spinning around and letting yourself be free. Imagining your perfect botanical garden and making some plans to get new plants. Feeling sure that people appreciate you. And if you’re not there yet, you will get there, cause people do.
Pisceswriting down your thoughts on a matter that is important to you and then texting them to the person you wanna talk to. Speaking your mind. Then not thinking about that anymore, but finding a fun thing to do for yourself for the day, like rearranging your books on the shelves, or taking a walk to that coffee shop that still sells to-go-coffee and getting a large cinnamon latte just to treat yourself. Taking the evening to just enjoy yourself and being lazy and doing whatever you sponteously feel like. This is your life. Appreciate the power that gives you.
Love me darling, like I’ve never been loved before ❤️
p.s. wear a tie.
“Time that doesn’t move, time that couldn’t be called time.”
-‘The Goldfinch’ by Donna Tartt, page 858
I’m in the midst of this weird phase where my university flat does not feel like home, but neither does my house where I grew up.
stillness brings out the world’s inner most secrets.
Lessons from a flower
A flower fulfills its purpose by simply existing, it sprouts to life, blossoms and withers when its time has come-so should you follow in his suit. You are born into this world and you grow, you exist until you can no longer do so. You exist and that’s more than enough… That is the only lesson that a flower should teach you.
little ways to romanticize your life
- make it pretty. buy colorful pens to write, download cute templates for a journal, make a vision board.
- surrounded yourself with favorite scents. whether that be a candle, perfume, essential oil, body wash, etc.
- wear something pretty every day. no matter if it’s a necklace, headband or whole outfit.
- redecorate for your mood. put plants and cute décor around work, your car, your home. use lights that remind you of the sunset or the twinkling night sky.
- appreciate the little things. the smell of coffee in the morning, the sound of the rain hitting the ground, the warmth of the sun on your face.
- take pictures of every beauty you can find no matter how small.
- turn up the music when you have to get chores done and dance your way through them
- making ice cubes out of cute lil molds like hearts or butterflies
- adding edible glitter to ✨EVERYTHING✨
- make/find a playlist of music that empowers you or nature sounds to soothe you
- buy yourself a bouquet of beautiful flowers
- cute stickers to add a little bit of life to the duller things
- scented markers to smile when writing
- a small desk fountain to hear the water falling slowly
- do everything you do with love
Hua hai aaj pehli baar jo aise muskuraya hoon Tumhe dekha toh jaana ye ke kyun duniya mein aaya hoon
Ye jaan lekar ke jaa meri tumhe jeene main aaya hoon Main tumse ishq karne ki ijaazat rab se laaya hoon
Maybe its been a thousand years since I fell in love with you. Maybe it’s been an era since I bound my lines of fate with yours. Maybe we never existed in flesh and blood. Maybe we are lines and dots of the world’s most beautiful poem. Forever etched on some parchments, fading at the same time. Who is God? What is God? God is us, our heartbeats, our mingled breaths, our falling tears, our confessions of love. Each passing day the universe burns in our passion and we fall deeper and deeper in this haze. You are me and I am you. Where do we begin and end? We are time embodied, eternity is our collective destiny.
रजनीगंधा फूल तुम्हारे , मेहेके यूँ ही जीवन में यूँ ही मेहेके प्रीत पिया की मेरे अनुरागी मन में
Your tuberose flowers for no reason emit aroma in my existence. And for no reason effuse my mate’s love in my devoted consciousness.
Hi. I am writing this in the middle of the night, more as a sort of remembrance for myself than as something for you. Chances are you might never see this letter, even though it is addressed to you. Today when I was waiting near the railway station for you, I made a sudden observation. I was restless. I was pushing my two thumbs together, slightly shaking my knee and glancing left and right. Then suddenly, when I was staring at the small chai stall near the station for a long time, it suddenly hit me that I was restless. Restless looking for you, if you had come, if you were coming, from which direction you were coming, what kind of expression were you carrying on your face and many other such questions. It struck me as a bit odd, at first. I am not used to feeling like this. I live an ordinary life, an ordinary home, an ordinary existence. People like us have very less to feel restless about. But, it’s nice, feels very…human. I smile more these days too. Do not mistake my smiles as frivolous, they are every bit as sincere as yours. Today this realization has made my heart feel full, like I do after a good meal made by my mother. Today’s meal for my heart has been your gift. Thank you.
Photographs from: Rajnigandha (1974), Basu Chatterjee
Sometimes when life seems hopeless and everything looks like it had been buried long ago, maybe, just maybe, saying all that’s in your heart to even one person can be fruitful.
Beloved father,
Today I met a woman. Not someone extraordinary in looks and personality, not someone quite ordinary as well. Even if such an opinion might just be mine only. When I look at her, I see her dreams, which I know were dashed and buried by the typhoons life brought her. I see her wishes, primarily her intense desire to erase herself off the surface of this world. And the only thing I thought of at that particular point was that…I too want to go with her. Is that why I said what I said to her? That we should die together the next time we meet. Was it simply an attempt to bear some resemblance with Jeong Woo in order to get close to her? Or did I mean it? While as of now plans of death have been put to rest, the cool breeze in this rooftop continues to pass by us, as both of us stand at thi juxtaposition of life where we, at least I, are drawn to the other but cannot and will probably never get closer.
Beloved father, can you see us now?
- Kang Jae
(An attempt to write a monologue in his style about what he must have been thinking on the rooftop that night he shared a meal with writer Lee Bu Jeong)
Photographs from: Lost / No Longer Human / Disqualified to be Human (2021), South Korea, ep 8
[I had completely resolved not to watch anything depressing or even mildly sad this year, but this drama is so beautiful I couldn’t resist. Also a big Ryu Jun Yeol fan. The beauty with which he portrays Kang Jae, the empathy and the ambiguity, has moved my heart. I wish this drama was popular but then again the subject matter is not for everyone, especially during the pandemic. But totally recommending it.]
Aankhein teri kitni haseen…ki inkaa aashiq mein ban gaya hun, mujhko basa le inme tu
what else is there now for me to view, I have experienced being in love with you
Zulfein teri itni ghani….dekh ke innko yeh sochataa hun, saaye me inake main jiyoon
ये गलियाँ ये चौबारा, यहाँ आना न दोबारा अब हम तो भए परदेसी के तेरा यहाँ कोई नहीं |
कल भी सूरज निकलेगा, कल भी पंछी गाएंगे सब तुझको दिखाई देंगे, पर हम न नज़र आएंगे |
आँचल में संजो लेना हमको, सपनों में बुला लेना हमको; अब हम तो भए परदेसी के तेरा यहाँ कोई नहीं |
ye galiya ye chaubara, yaha aana na dobara ab ham to bhaye pardesi ke tera yaha koi nahi
kal bhi suraj nikalega, kal bhi panchi gayenge sab tujhko dikhayi denge par ham na nazar aayenge
aanchal me sanjo lena hamko, sapno me bula lena humko; ab ham to bhaye pardesi ke tera yaha koi nahi
Tum ne jo ab apni khudgarzi me mujhko kho diya, ab duhaiyaan na dena. Toofan sare jo ab khatm ho chuke hai, aansuon ko apne sambhal kar kharch karna. Humari mohabbat ka sila jo judaai likh diya hai, humari dosti ko apne dil me humesha ke liye panah dena.
I am tired of this examination nonsense. I want to go back to listening Lana Del Rey on loud volume, laze around as I indulge in painting my nails and applying face masks and being sad.
Adhoora hoon main afsana, Jo yaad aaoon chale aana Mera jo haal hai tujh bin, Woh aakar dekhte jaana
Yeh laakhon gham yeh tanhaayi, Mohabbat ki yeh ruswaayi Kati aisi kai raatein, Na tum aaye na maut aayi
Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone’s hand is the beginning of a journey. At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
My life lies at the tips of your fingers. A single kiss of skin and my world divine.
