I'm like if a person was very afraid
they should make a pill that makes people in their 20s feel good about where their lives are going
tell me how am i supposed to move on when you keep a showing in my dreams every night; you stand before a beautiful scenery but before my arms reach you reach you, blood starts trailing down the waterfall over the mountains and the sky turns the deepest colour of the vine my father likes to drink. you turn into a rotten corpse trying to choke me to death. then i wake up.out of breath, drenched in sweat. i collect my sheets and hold them tight under my feet. wrap my blanket over my head. hug my knees to my chest. i keep shaking until the sun comes out; even the thought of sleep has haunts me now. so do the memories of you, carved upon my spines where my arms do not reach.
love language is taking screenshots of snaps you can't save
are u even a desi if you haven't vibed to Aarzu by hasan raheem
when you want to look like an apsara, but you always end up looking like ravana's sister, shurpanakha.
Bitch hurt me so much I started reading Bhagavad Gita
everytime I try to have this nice conversation with my family i end up offending them at the very end and then ,
my brain goes like - why did u have to speak at all?!
i feel as if i am made to understand, but not to be understood