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Scarier than Ghosts

When your child says there might be a ghost in her dark room, do not tell her there isn’t. Do not allay her fear of ghosts, of ghouls and goblins. There is something so innocent in being afraid of the dark and what might be in it; so pure about the hesitance toward the unknown. Let her have that for just another moment. 

 One day, much too soon, she will grow up. One day, just around the corner, she will fear far, far worse things. A time will come when she will tremble at the thought of the death of her loved ones- she will fear grief. Yet even Big Bad  Death is an old friend of our mortal life, the only certainty since the day we are born. 

 But wait- the horrors of her world will not end there. One day, today, she will witness the ruins of her childhood. She will notice cracks in her old home, chipped paint on the walls and holes in the sheets – and she will wonder, “Were they always there? Was I simply too blind, too young to notice? Or worse yet, are they new?” Grief will flood her every memory, because she will suddenly face the mourning of her home. The home she once had, her beautiful, happy home. Those little moments of happiness, the laughter and the comfort. Soon enough, though, she will realize one can only grieve what one loved. And grief shall pass. 

 The worst of them all will be when she will look upon the world in all its terrifying glory and think to herself, “People have gone through worse, my problems are simply not that huge.” For why should she force herself to belittle her struggle? Why should there be a benchmark, a threshold of suffering she must endure to finally acknowledge her needs? She will leave herself by the side of the road – alone and defenseless. 

 One day, yesterday, she will find herself in a dark, dark room. One day, already, she will realize – the Great Unknown isn’t what is waiting to grab her behind her back but rather, what is in front of her. 

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This is a ghazal from A Suitable Boy. It’s sung by Saeeda Begum, a sex worker, for both an audience and her lover, Maan (whom she affectionately calls Dagh Sahab). 

I love the implication of this song. This woman has been smeared in society, called many things of disrepute. But the first two lines- she tells the audience to call her all the bad things they can think of, because they think they have the right to say it. The reality is that those who have said the worst things about her, are her most loyal customers. Those who have commodified her body, have turned around and accused her of all their vices. 

Maybe that is a reflection of not just the stigma against sex workers, but also something everyone has faced. Those that accuse you of the worst things are often guilty of it themselves.

Na-rava kahiye, na-saza kahiye

Na-rava kahiye, na-saza kahiye

Call me inappropriate, call me deserving of nothing

Kahiye Kahiye, mujhe bura kahiye

Go on, call me bad

Intiha ishq ki khuda jaane

Only God knows the ultimate limit of our love

Dam-e-aakhir ko ibtida kahiye

Let’s call this last dying breath, a birth

Sabr furqat mein aa hi jaata hai

Everyone learns the meaning of patience in separation

Par use der-ashna kahiye

But call it meeting an old friend after a long time

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Na-rava kahiye, na-saza kahiye

Na-rava kahiye, na-saza kahiye

Call me inappropriate, call me deserving of nothing

Kahiye Kahiye, mujhe bura kahiye

Go on, call me bad

Intiha ishq ki khuda jaane

Only God knows the ultimate limit of our love

Dam-e-aakhir ko ibtida kahiye

Let’s call this last dying breath, a birth

Sabr furqat mein aa hi jaata hai

Everyone learns the meaning of patience in separation

Par use der-ashna kahiye

But call it meeting an old friend after a long time

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TUM SE HI IS SO SOFT AND SWEET

Jab we met was such a beautiful movie with cutie Aditya who’s had a healthy does of raspekt women juice and my fave Geet who’s the human version of a bouncy ball. I cant believe Shahid Kapoor went from playing Aditya to mc Kabir Singh

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BRUH I will personally make a bacteria that just chills. makes a colony on your skin, no symptoms no signs just vibing. And then boom one day a heart attack. 

The Megalomaniacal Supervillain assumed you, a renowned scientist, would object to being kidnapped and forced to build superweapons at his hidden volcano lair. In reality, however, you’re just really excited to finally play around with unlimited funding.

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“A good boy using their indoor awoo when they hear sirens”

(via)

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all my friends going on dates and getting girlfriends I want one too can I have a girlfriend please

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bitches reblog this and go back to their ex of 2 days

I’m that person who sticks around longer than I should. But once I’m gone, I’m really gone.

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Do you sing along to the "OH HOH!" part in 'Jine Mera Dil Luteya' or are you not normal?

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In open defiance of my own words, I do like myself. I like how smart I am. I like how I can understand when someone is with me or against me or anywhere in between. I like how I dress and how I look. I love how passionate and tenacious I am. I like how I can tough out anything but I choose when to. I love how I know that my life is fully in my control. I love how strong I am. 

I like this blog because it offers me anonymity. I like it because I can express my emotions through writing, something I used to be very good at. I like it because I put effort into it, into the writing and even though it’s just 2 pieces yet, I am proud of it.

I like dogs because they are happy to see me, and some days I am not happy to see myself. Some days I don’t want to look at myself in the mirror because I look like a failure, something I am not ready to accept, and never will be. I like dogs because when they look at me, they pretty much only see treats and pets, they only hear words of affection spoken in silly voices. They hear the kissy sound I make to grab their attention and wag their tails in approval and excitement. I like dogs because they seem to like me. I like dogs because they are easier to understand than anything else. They will be there for me even when I am not there for myself.

I like my mother because she believes in me. I like her because she has always loved me. i like her because I can count on her support. Some days are bad days with her. We fight, often. She can be hurtful, but I think I have that in common with her. I like my mother because I can call her any time of the day or night, because I am her most precious thing. 

I like debating because it is a good exercise for my mind. I like it because I am good at it, and because I learn so much from it. I like debates because I get to meet new people who are articulate and the conversation with such people is never dull. Sometimes I will choose the side opposite to my natural opinion, just to broaden my horizon and help myself reason better. I am proud of this habit.

I like all of these things and so many more yet i am sitting on my bed in tears. It is because I like all these things but I do not like myself, not today.

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Someday we might meet as strangers. Some day I’d look at you and not know what you were doing the day before. It seems, unexpectedly, an absolute possibility now. Will I remember your favourite shoes, the way you laugh? Or will your familiar smile seem just foreign enough that I will walk past you with only a gnawing doubt in the back of my mind? 

I did promise you one thing and I intend to keep it- I will always remember you as the handsome man so full of promise and potential. There is something so captivating about you that maybe I will never forget you

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I like this blog because it offers me anonymity. I like it because I can express my emotions through writing, something I used to be very good at. I like it because I put effort into it, into the writing and even though it’s just 2 pieces yet, I am proud of it.

I like dogs because they are happy to see me, and some days I am not happy to see myself. Some days I don’t want to look at myself in the mirror because I look like a failure, something I am not ready to accept, and never will be. I like dogs because when they look at me, they pretty much only see treats and pets, they only hear words of affection spoken in silly voices. They hear the kissy sound I make to grab their attention and wag their tails in approval and excitement. I like dogs because they seem to like me. I like dogs because they are easier to understand than anything else. They will be there for me even when I am not there for myself.

I like my mother because she believes in me. I like her because she has always loved me. i like her because I can count on her support. Some days are bad days with her. We fight, often. She can be hurtful, but I think I have that in common with her. I like my mother because I can call her any time of the day or night, because I am her most precious thing. 

I like debating because it is a good exercise for my mind. I like it because I am good at it, and because I learn so much from it. I like debates because I get to meet new people who are articulate and the conversation with such people is never dull. Sometimes I will choose the side opposite to my natural opinion, just to broaden my horizon and help myself reason better. I am proud of this habit.

I like all of these things and so many more yet i am sitting on my bed in tears. It is because I like all these things but I do not like myself, not today.

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ways to love yourself

peel and cut fruits for yourself

express strong emotions into paper or paint

take yourself on walks to feel calmer

do rewarding things that make you feel strong and confident

go to the beach or forest, wherever you feel most connected to

love others fully and don’t be afraid of vulnerability - you’re full of love and kindness. people who matter would not take that for granted

believe in yourself - if someone else can do it, so can you

praise yourself for trying your best and making progress - even if it’s slower than you want it to be, you’re on the right path

drink enough water, it’s important but only takes a few seconds

pour your heart and soul into what intrigues you, not what everyone else does

surround yourself with soft scents, colors and words that help you feel calm

turn off electronics before bedtime so you can have a restful sleep and wake up refreshed for a new day

be connected with your body - dance, ride a bike, swim, walk

be connected with nature - it’s beautiful and can help you feel healed and thankful

allow yourself patience and plenty of new beginnings

drink warm tea to be cozy in winter

don’t turn to harmful things when you feel sad or angry. most of them make you feel worse, you don’t deserve that

take some time to make a nice meal for yourself - you deserve it

sleep with soft blankets and maybe a plush toy to hug

wear what you like - people who judge arent worth your time

be kind to all humans and animals, it’s a small way of changing the world, and it makes you feel happier too

read books that attract you in their own special way, you don’t need to read what’s popular

when you worry about your future, tell yourself that it will go well because that’s a true possibility

open the curtains and windows, be in a bright, welcoming environment. like a plant, you need sunlight to feel happier and grow

do not hurt yourself in any way - you’re soft, lovely and need to be protected

remember that you need love. you don’t deserve to be cruel to yourself.