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I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via hplyrikz)
تمہاری یاد کے جب زخم بھرنے لگتے ہیں
کسی بہانے تمہیں یاد کرنے لگتے ہیں۔
When my wounds caused by your remembrance begin to heal,
I find an excuse to think of you once again.
Faiz Ahmed Faiz
tumhari yaad ke jab zakhm bharne lagte hain
kissi bahane tumhein yaad karne lagte hain (via khayaal-ke-phool)
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