My Problem Is That I Give Too Many Fucks!!! Nonchalant People I Want To Be Like You

my problem is that I give too many fucks!!! nonchalant people I want to be like you

You're lovely

The header is beautiful

Thank you so much, kind person!! 😭🌸✨ It really means a lot. 🎀

And this header is a part of my diary where i tried to be aesthetic haha

A pink rose and a ray of hope.

No matter how much i listen to "The Tortured poets department", I'll ultimately go back to "Open Letter" at the end.

I'm in love with the way you write 😭🌸🎀

my beloved roaming around in a bazar until he stumbles onto a چوڑی کی دکان & wishes to gift me one instantly.Picking up the one which he thinks will adorn my beautiful milky wrist before the shopkeeper wraps it in a old 1998 wala newspaper and hands it over to him with a hint of hidden excitement in his eyes because he knows its for his beloved.

my beloved ends up knocking on the window of my house only for me to keep my spectacles aside closing the book down I was reading & heading to where he is.There he is standing dressed in a black شلوار قمیض enhancing his broad chest,with his hair disheveled making him look like one of those men of pure wisdon,elegance and heavenly.

upon catching my sight,he grins at me before waving a small hi making me grin back at him & lean over the window to take down the beautiful features of my beloved especially his smile.I raise my eyebrows at him only for him to show me his ear-to-ear smile & exhibiting that roll of paper which he hid behind his back.

He could see the glitter in my eyes & the excitement in my body language before he chuckles and gestures me to forward my wrist to him.I shyly smile only for him to let out a little bundle of laugh.Opening it he removes the glistening dark purple shimmery glass bangles making my eyes burn with its softness.

Taking a hold of my wrist delicately he puts on the bangles with a soft smile playing on his lips all the way.We both look at each other once he is done adorning my hands only for me to smile softly at him to which he takes a hold of my wrist so delicately as if a single rough move and it will shatter & places a soft kiss on my inner wrist letting his lips mark his love there looking at me.

I pull back my hand shyly before muttering a small “Shukriya” and running back inside before closing the window.He moves away from there passing me a flying kiss ruffling his fluffy hair.

The place where the lips of my beloved lingered burns with so much desire that I want to run back into his arms & melt in him.My lover,My beloved!

Yeah, but i think kissing the inner wrist while maintaining eye contact would be peak intimacy. Ahhhh!!!

kissing someone’s wrist or ankles is the most beautiful form of intimacy

Being each other's safe space while dealing with life.>>>