As A Girl Who Is Just Steeping In The Real Life....my Indian Parents Have Made Me Go Through This Fear

Labyrinth of suffering...

Labyrinth of suffering…

So, I am not some very intellectual bitch, I don’t read philosophical books nor do I indulge deeply in the ideas of life and life after death. I read fiction, well because real life can be very underwhelming and it is in fiction that I find solace. The thing is that no matter how hard I try to forget a book and it’s ending; some things stick with you. The labyrinth of suffering is the part of…

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To hate and not hate my Father

To hate and not hate my Father

Let’s be clear my dad and my Father are two different people, two souls in one flesh and yet so differently similar. My dad laughs at the most childish of jokes. My father hasn’t smiled at me in ages. my dad has cried in front of me and is open to care. My Father goes through days with a stoic line on his face. My Dad has names for me that show his love, overflowing. My Father calls my…

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Do you ever have those days when all you want to do is read angst so that you can make yourself feel things for life has been too numb for to long.

Covid-19 has taught me once again how I have been taking the simple joys of life for granted, like the road and sky on a calm and easy day.

hey, are you listening?

hey, are you listening?

hey, are you listening ?

my walls keep on falling,

there’s a shadow on my head and I am afraid.

hey, are you listening ?

theres a hand on my window,

the floor keeps on shaking more and more and more…

hey, are you listening ?

I am running out of air,

I am one the floor, there’s a rattling in my bone.

hey, are you listening ?

I stopped breathing.

hey, are you…

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Haikyuu motivation

Snape: Miss Granger, pay attention or serve detention.

Hermione: Make me.

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Draco: (in a distance) like one of my french girls.

Hermione: What

Draco: What

Snape: What

Hogwarts: What

THE POST

ME: the day I join TUMBLR my first post is going to be funny and people will die laughing.

ALSO ME: (First day at Tumblr) I have no idea how to post anything. I am not funny. Why did i came to this site. I'll die alone.

Coffee cups and half read paper backs...

Coffee cups and half read paper backs…

Have you ever thought about how some conversations just exists in a certain time frame? Have you ever wondered how some laughs just stay in the coffee cup ? Have you ever realized that certain parts of a novel you started reading make you look back at your life?

The thing is that we often are so lost in the day to day ordeal of life that we stop enjoying the small parts of this enormous life…

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Person: call me

Me: has 34 panic attacks

Me: questions my existence

Me: nope (while having a meltdown)

Person: okay

Me starts feeling guilty