“He’s the one who always lifts the lens with quiet reverence, capturing me in frames I never ask for. He knows I’m camera conscious, yet he clicks away like I’m a masterpiece in motion.
He never seeks the same in return, never turns the spotlight on himself, only smiles when I laugh, as if my joy is his reward. And truly, what’s more fascinating than a man in love? Not in grand declarations, but in the soft, unspoken gestures that make you feel seen, adored, safe.
When a man truly loves, the person beside him begins to bloom, and suddenly life tastes sweeter, time feels kinder, and everything broken begins to mend.
I wish I had the words to measure how fiercely I love him, how deeply I ache to be his, not just in this fleeting life, but in every realm beyond it, until stars fall silent and the universe forgets its own name. I feel blessed that I have him next to me.”
(Salvador Dali’s Art exhibition and others, VAG, February’25)
What if my biggest red flag is me wanting him to feel my absence as a poison spreading in his blood streams.
haiku #15, tathev simonyan
Alice Notley // Warsan Shire
I like Live Photo’s sm❤️🩹
Howl's Moving Castle (2004)
"tell me it was real, because it was real to me."
indigo, @solavey
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
They/Them | 22 | INFJ | Geography major | Spilled emotions and Stills | Instagram sumedhachattopadhyayy | Alter Ego: @monetsirises in Tumblr.
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