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you’re 19, believe me you don’t know what you’re going to want in a boy when you’re 26 and believe me you won’t figure it out right now. so stop planning who you’ll end up with, or who you’ll want in seven years because you don’t even know what you will want, to begin with. stop making promises to yourself and your boyfriend. because who the fuck knows who you will like seven years hence. but you know who you like right now. him. so cherish that. make plans, eat ice cream in bed with him, hug him, take walks in gardens, go on dates, go to art galleries. cherish it without making promises. cherish it without promising each other a future. you’re just 19. you don’t know who he will want and you dont know who you’ll want in seven years.
—  seven years//nikitagupta
you’ll find love when you stop looking for it in the most unexpected places. you need to stop looking for love and let it look for you instead. believe me as soon as you give up, you’ll find it on a metro ride, 500ml of alcohol down, at 4 pm on a cold thursday where you least expect to find it.
—  january
twelfth
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nikitagupta
i wish i could save all your kisses into a jar. then use it on days when i am sad and you’re away. then use it on days when i am happy and i need a celebratory kiss. then use it on days when i give up and i need you to tell me to keeping moving on. then use it on days when i just miss you. i wish i could save all your kisses in a jar.
—  struggles of long distance//nikitagupta
they say when you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. maybe falling for you is like my own very personal storm.
—  s t o r m//nikitagupta
is it just me who thinks the concept of falling out love is a utter bullshit. you can’t stop loving someone even when you’re hurting like hell, even when you’re far away in different time zones, even when you’re surrounded by attractive people all day. if you can fall out of love with a person that easily then i don’t think you were actually in love, to begin with.
—  //nikitagupta
the thought of breaking up with you scares me. the thought of another girl kissing you scares me. the thought of you holding someone else’s hand scares me. the thought of you sharing your bed with her scares me. the thought of you ranting to her scares me. the thought that you’ll replace me so easily scares me.
—  //nikitagupta