Tanvi Deshmukh

I thought about all the things
Forbidden
That I loved.

“Being pushed off a tall building onto a bed of spikes and bleeding out impaled on sharp objects.”

Like a messy ex – lover who knows when to call you when you’re at your weakest, anxiety surrounds you until you accept it.

It shatters your preconceived notions about both yourself and the world, and rattles your belief systems.

“Why would you want to deprive your partner like that? THAT’S why men cheat.”

In Paris if you’re in love (And also really rich) You can buy a cruise on the Seine And dinner at the Eiffel tower I’m in love but I’m not in Paris And I’m certainly not rich And there’s a…

At twenty years-old and still bewilderingly young, in all my worldly wisdom, the only thing I knew for certain was that despite being flawed and foolhardy and imperfect, I was okay with myself. 

Today I need to be fucked up and beautiful, instead of being beautiful because I’m fucked up.

This illicit relationship with far flung places has left an itch in my soul and my soles that I cannot scratch.

It’s incredibly brave, in an ideal relationship, for someone to express themselves, when when they know that they will probably be perceived as insecure.

When your love is as intense as they make it out to be in the movies, you either crash and burn or shine forever.

I’m tired of all the love songs and break up songs and pain and anxiety songs that kids these days lap up.