“প্রেমে পড়া মানে নির্ভরশীল হয়ে পড়া। তুমি যার প্রেমে পড়বে সে তোমার জগতের একটা বিরাট অংশ দখল করে নেবে। যদি কোনো কারণে সে তোমাকে ছেড়ে চলে যায় তবে সে তোমার জগতের ঐ বিরাট অংশটাও নিয়ে যাবে। তুমি হয়ে পড়বে শূণ্য জগতের বাসিন্দা”

—হুমায়ূন আহমেদ

Romantic Poem. Your touch.

Dear Lovestar, I wrote a great new poem for my poetry journal. Follow my poetry collection through this link: http://www.mobileapp.app/to/duCowXa?ref=cl With love and light, EveRomantic Poem. Your touch.

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"사랑이란 신비한 오해라해도 좋아요, 난 끝까지 오해하지, 뭐"

"Even if love is a mysterious misunderstanding,

I don't care, I'll misunderstand it until the end"

-Lee Jiyeon - "A Thousand Dances", 1992

-이지연, "천가지의 춤", 1992년

(click on the picture to listen!)

Okay, let's go more serious...

How did you know you loved your hubbie?

Ohhhhh that’s a good one.

We’d been dating for 3 months and he was my best friend (we were friends before we started dating. Probably why I’m a sucker for the friends to lovers trope haha) and he just made me want to be a better person. Every day spent with him was a good day and I just wanted to be around him all the time. He made me feel safe and like I didn’t have to be anything other than me, that me was enough.

(All those things still apply to our relationship. He’s still my best friend and my safe space. He’s an idiot at times too, but he’s my idiot 😅)

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

Listen man, you guys can't be like "you guys need to be normal about asexuality" and then turn around and get weirdly judgemental when you find out someone doesn't have sex by choice. Like that's weird that some of you do that.

god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

im of the personal opinion you can be in a romantic relationship platonically. this makes sense to me and thats what matters

মেয়ে মানুষ অদ্ভুত!

সে যেই ছেলে রে ভালোবাসে, সেই ছেলে তাকে খুব একটা ভালোবাসে না! তাও সে ওই ছেলে কে ছাড়তে পারেনা! মেয়েটা সব জানে, সব বুঝে, তাও ওই ছেলে রে ছাড়তে পারেনা! কেনো জানেন?

'মায়া' লাগে! ওই ছেলেরে ছাড়তে মায়া লাগে! ওই ছেলের জন্য মায়া লাগে! এইজন্য ছাড়তে পারেনা!

©Umed Ibneemostafa

7 stages, 7 pillars,, to make that love last.

You can surely fall in love by being attracted, attached, trust, worship and have fallen madly in love and all. But that dying stage! you need the courage to die.

Not physically but the will to die for love.To get lost in it. To give up everything for it. The relationships of these days fail to pass this stage .. that's why these stages are the main talks of the day...

"사랑은 손잡는 것보다 그 맘을 알고 이해하는 것" "Love is, rather than holding hands, Knowing and understanding the heart"

- "나에가 조금 더", 걸어서 하늘까지 OST중

when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess

posting across the targetverse here bc it did numbers on twitter