I played volleyball after more than 3 years today😭😭😭😭😭
It wasn't even a proper match but the happiness I feel is just unmatched
ヾ(^-^)ノ
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In English, we say: " Overthinking "
But in poetry, we say: " The storms in my head ruined the garden that my soul holds"
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Is it me or every Indian eldest daughter:
Has epressing thoughts
Been suicidal at some point
"My mother dumps so much of her priblems on me..."
"But she's my mother..."
Anger issues
Either sighs when hears about something bad or fucking kills the person
Beautiful but if there's a younger sister— the younger sister is more attractive then.
Has a power trip
Somehow manages to feel like a villain all the time
"Mujhe choone ki koshish kar. Haath nahi milenge tere."— to someone who was trying to hug her.
*cringes at any sort of skin contact*
Has thought of arson at some point
"What's makeup? Maine to muh pe baby powder lagaya hain💀—"
Has the best clothing sense.
Wears pyjamas 24/7
Either has too much energy or no energy
Will fall asleep anywhere like a dad
SleepSleepSleepSleepSleep
Works hard cz has to pay back her parents
Wants to go away but has to stay
Feels like a shackled wild hunting dog.
HATES sharing her stuff
"You wore my shirt?" *burns the shirt*
Likes to draw but isn't appreciated unless academically so either tore all her works or occasionally draws on scattered papers
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Me honest reaction after watching cool-phool people of Tumblr: 🌹
ben-10 ke ghar se bahar bhi nikalna chord diya hai... 🥹 😂
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Listen man, I don't know how to flirt so I'll make you laugh until you fall in love with me.
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‘‘Ek samandar hai jo mere kaabu me hai,
Aur ek katra hai jo mujhse sambhala nahi jata,
Ek umr hai jo bitani hai uske bagair,
Aur ek lamha hai jo mujhse guzaara nahi jata”
– Gulzar
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i love 𝐔𝐫𝐝𝐮 because instead of saying "My schedule is swamped" you say "Kuch kaam hain apni marzi ke, kuch kaam faqat majboori hain, phir waqt bohat hi thora hai aur saare kaam zaroori hain."
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Women are simple
Unka hath pakad lo khud se while crossing the road,
Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai
Unko kabhi kabar flowers, jhumke ya payal gift kardo,
Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai
Unko pyaar se attention dedo
Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai
Unko pichche se surprisingly hug kar do
Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai
Unki roz ki bakbak ko suno
Wo ussi mein khush ho jati hai
Shyam writes
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I just LOVE IT, when my pyaare mutuals, like, reblog and comment on my posts. Makes me feel loved 😭
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The voices in my head aren't poetic anymore. they don't recite me poems on loneliness or anxiety while I lie on the floor staring at the ceiling thinking about the sins I own.
The voices in my head aren't my enemies anymore. They have become my friends. And for them I ignore the whole world, shutting the door from percluding anyone to meet the friends I admire and adore.
The voices in my head don't speak anymore they just scream, scream at the highest possible pitch they could. They are as loud as the waves of the ocean no matter how much far I stand from the shore but I can still hear the noise they make.
The voices in my head are killing me yet I don't feel any pain because all the emotions, all the human emotions are very long gone. All that resides here is silence, numbness and emptiness.
The voices in my head aren't anyone else but me, I'm the voices in my head. Standing midst of a graveyard infront of the corpse that's been burned to ashes, ashes consisting of parts of me and my shattered dreams. ~ dishaa
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