So Many Thoughts To Deal With, So Many Songs To Listen To. So Many Books To Read. So Many Things To Watch.

I'm just tired of each and every person so, it can be better explained with;

"Raas tanhaayi bhi nhi aati aur har shaks se bezaar bhi hun"

When the pain becomes too much to explain. When we’ve done everything we could, and still watched it all fall apart, we tell ourselves it was fate. Bcuz sometimes, no matter how hard we try, things don’t work out. People leave. Dreams break. Plans fall through. And we sit with the pieces, wondering if it was ever in our hands to begin with. We call it Naseeb—not because we’re weak, but because we’re human. Letting go and believing it was meant to be… sometimes that’s the only way to choose peace over endless questions.

When things fall apart and we’re too tired to try again, we call it fate.

It’s easier that way—blaming the stars instead of facing how much we’ve lost, or how much we couldn’t fix. Sometimes we gave everything and still ended up with nothing. So we tell ourselves it wasn’t meant to be. And in the silence that follows, we live with all the “what ifs” we’ll never get answers to.

Ever get the sudden urge to disappear under mysterious circumstances ??

It is so cruel that we think we're wasting time when we're doing something that we love and that does not have any materialistic returns.

You seem cool. Not "cool" cool, but a leaf falling from the tree in the beginning of autumn cool. The summer sun setting kinda cool. The melancholy evening with the lights turning on kinda cool. A nice kinda cool.

hayee... this is such a beautiful compliment i ever got❤️🤌🏻 literally made my day thank you so much for such a lovely words in a poetic way. it meant a lot. thank youu<33

Having a good heart is attractive. being attentive when someone is baring their soul to you is attractive. watching someone fall in love with a part of themselves that caused an insecurity is attractive.

I wanna be soft with someone and not regret it after

no hope of being held

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

Hii sending you the tumblr hug 🫶🏻🫂

i need this thank you 🫂❤️