It Is What It Is? All I Hear Is Titties

pomegranate hajmola girlie 4evahhh

You all are kinderjoy lovers but deep down I am a orange hajmola boy 🤣😭

his brain so amazing I wanna slurp it like noodles yum yum

also how well you can mindlessly memorize things because what's the point of gaining knowledge amirite

In India exams aren’t about knowledge; they’re about how fast you can write without crying.

it's like reading a diary entry/love letter from your early teens, that bittersweet feeling of nostalgia along with a mix of "aww cute" and "oh eww"

When u read one of ur old posts which hasn't got many likes do u feel cringe and ashamed and delete it or is it just me?

Meditating in India is just zoning out during a family drama and calling it mindfulness.

In India exams aren’t about knowledge; they’re about how fast you can write without crying.

there should be a bigfoot emoji. i can think of at least 10 people i would send that too regularly.

The Boy

He's gone, it said.

That's all. Two words. I couldn't believe it. No, I thought, he can't be gone, just like that. Not now, not ever

All the times I'd laughed at his jokes, admired him for the beautiful human being that he was, all of the times I'd had cried with him, all the crazy adventures we'd shared and all the beautiful memories we had made, flashed before my eyes.

The realisation of what had happened hit me with a jolt. This is it, I thought, it's finally happened. That's when the tears started. They kept coming until I just couldn't cry anymore. I screamed. Screamed until my voice was hoarse and my throat was parched. I pounded at the floor until I thought my arms would break. I pulled  at my hair until my head throbbed. I cursed at the unfairness of the universe. I felt like the weight of the entire world had fallen on me, all at once. A part of me died with him. Even then, I felt like my heart would explode because of the overwhelming pain and sadness.

How can a person affect me this way?, I thought, drowning in the ocean of grief washing over me.

Only then did I close the book and remember, he wasn't real.

i don't need a hug, i need to fucking GRADUATE