If I wasn’t me, you wouldn’t be you.
There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you.
I still hear the world spinning.
Decisions. Where, what, why. Can’t handle them. So I’m prolonging the indecision with higher education.
Love is like an eternal flame, once it is lit, it will continue to burn for all time.
So many things you promise yourself you won’t get used to, and then you do.
For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?
There is no mystery– that’s the beauty of it. We are entirely explicable to each other, and yet we stay. What a miracle that is.
Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.
Bijli fails in the dead of night / Won’t help to call I need a light / You’re in Karachi now / Oh, oh you’re in Karachi now. / Night is falling and you just cant see / Is this illusion or KESC / You’re in Karachi now
The world won’t get more or less terrible if we’re indoors somewhere with a mug of hot chocolate,’ Kim said. ‘Though it’s possible it will seem slightly less terrible if there are marshmallows in the hot chocolate.
How to explain to the earth that it was more functional as a vegetable patch than a flower garden, just as factories were more functional than schools and boys were more functional as weapons than as humans.