northern girl, autumnborn, strange & sparkly, stubbornly full of hope, overemotional optimist, hopeless romantic. has probably touched glitter today.

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Royalty Meme ♛ [2/7] Pairings
↳ Mumtaz Mahal & Shah Jahan

Prince Khurram, son of the Mughal emperor Jahangir, became enthralled with the beauty of Arjumand Banu Begum from the first moment he laid eyes on her. In 1607, the two were betrothed and in 1612, they were finally married; he was 20 and she, 19. Khurram bestowed the title “Mumtaz Mahal” (“Chosen one of the Palace”) upon his beloved bride.

Though he already had two other wives, Shah Jahan rarely practiced polygamy after his marriage to Mumtaz Mahal. The two enjoyed a happy and ardent marriage; Mumtaz Mahal was her husband’s confidant and frequent traveling companion. She also enjoyed great power and influence during her brief tenure as the Mughal Empress (from 1627 to 1631).

Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal had fourteen children, seven of whom lived to adulthood. Their bliss was cut tragically short, however: the empress died shortly after giving birth to her youngest child, Gauharara Begum, in the summer of 1631. Her bereaved husband was inconsolable. He mourned in seclusion for a year, during which time her body was temporarily interred in a pleasure garden.

The following year, construction began on an immense funerary complex for Mumtaz Mahal in Agra. Twenty-two years later, in 1648, the grand white-marble mausoleum was completed. The Taj Mahal is still considered an architectural masterpiece. It stands as an touching and breathtaking testament to the love shared by Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal.

In fact a mature person does not fall in love, he rises in love. The word ’fall’ is not right. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. They cannot manage and they cannot stand – they find a woman and they are gone, they find a man and they are gone. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have that integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to be alone. And when a mature person gives love, he gives without any strings attached to it: he simply gives. And when a mature person gives love, he feels grateful that you have accepted his love, not vice versa. He does not expect you to be thankful for it – no, not at all, he does not even need your thanks. He thanks you for accepting his love. And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone; they are together so much so that they are almost one. But their oneness does not destroy their individuality, in fact, it enhances it: they become more individual.

Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. How can you dominate the person you love? Just think over it. Domination is a sort of hatred, anger, enmity. How can you think of dominating a person you love? You would love to see the person totally free, independent; you will give him more individuality. That’s why I call it the greatest paradox: they are together so much so that they are almost one, but still in that oneness they are individuals. Their individualities are not effaced – they have become more enhanced. The other has enriched them as far as their freedom is concerned.

Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.

- Osho (via thatkindofwoman)

Have I mentioned that Maestro is an enormous nerd? Because he is an enormous nerd. 

We always want to love the ideal … but that is the easy way … you must love the real man … the faults every bit as much as the dream … walk with his monsters … is that not exactly how you would wish to be loved in return?

- (via butterflyslut)

Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.

- Marc Hack (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

Let love win: Only light can drive out darkness and only love can drive out hate. It can be so hard to find love in our hearts, to imagine peace, to practice compassion, to have faith in a benevolent universe after terrible things happen. But for as long as we hold on to anger and fear, we add to the darkness in our own hearts and in the world. Instead, we can let go of anger, fear and even grief through emotional processing, positive action, the practice of gratitude, and the search for kindness and compassion in our own hearts. We can only bring light when we bring love.

- Lauren Jacobs (x)

You found me, mouth like a pomegranate
picking flowers in my mother’s field.
An invitation of sorts.
You took it as one and spent five months
thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth.
I think the Earth changed the day we met,
It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth
and swallow me whole
It had been waiting for the cup of your palm
around my neck except you didn’t have to beg baby
you said “let me show you what flowers look like
from the earth up.”
and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers,
show me your dead, show me your fingers.”
My mother warned me about gods like you,
hungry, greedy gods like you
all desire and no thought
all want and no logic
I was the same.
I skipped with you into hell
Artemis knows dragged, I know this:
I held my arms outwards and let you tie them
so softly that I asked what they were made of
and you said “prayers.”
We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed
furious kisses
we kissed like we were starving,
kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell
I decorated your dark with flowers
and sat on your lap and fed you petals.
It makes me burn when they say
“Hades stole Persephone.”

and I tell them “No.
I stole him.”

- Azra.T, “Persephone”  (via 5000letters)

more precious than any jewel in his hoard
When I was sixteen, I made the discovery — love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding light on something that had always been half in shadow, that’s how it struck the world for me. But I was unlucky.

- Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire (via larmoyante)


We have this headcanon about them not being one of these super touchy-feely couples. They’re more into little details and little gestures. And if you want to catch these moments you have to pay attention. 

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