Singing Typa Girl (blackpink) = Self Concept

repeat after me: ai p*rn/nudes of anyone is disgusting, gross and vile and illegal thing to do. this shouldn't happen in the first place. it does not matter if you hate the person or how privileged or popular they are, this shouldn't happen to anyone.

Is it even legal to have kamar dard when you're just a innocent teen trying to live!?

the flowers of gulmohar, yes.

In India we don't have Cherry Blossoms we have strong winds blowing red flowers with small petals in your hand that tell you the same thing

Promise. Promise. Promise.

Hope. Hope. Hope.

Love. Love. Love.

why, why do i feel this so bad rn 😭😭

God ji let's be face to face I only ask one thing that is not to sneeze or have anything during the exam bas ek wish pls 🙏

everyone : meGamiNd!

plot twist : megamind wasn't the “bad guy” anymore in the end.

just let him win okay

if it isn't the truth

with mutuals it's like. i know nothing about you. here is my home address. i am in love with you. i don't know your last name. i'd give you my kidney if you asked.

At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. “It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.

A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."

taking care isn't enough i wanna pet you

i want to take care of someone

As an adult I think me and all my friends should all have matching schedules and work like 20 hours a week and also everyone lives within 15 minutes of each other why is that so much to ask

“magic isnt real” — plants just grow out of the ground. for free. everywhere.