survived checking my bank account. i deserve a little treat
Have you guys felt the... distance? Something that you can never get? But it's right there. But you can't get it. But she sits next to you, right on the passenger sear. But you mustn't look. You want to look. Ohhhh you want to look, so bad, that you don't care if you run over human beings or puppies or if you run into a fucking tree. You want to look at her. But you mustn't. She's there, closer than an arm's distance, but you daren't reach out. She speaks to you, yes, she does, and you can't, because if you did, you'd scream of your voracious desire for her and that... apparently, isn't good. So you mustn't. You see her hands. The faded nail polish, and you remember their softness, but you better not attempt to hold them! Even though that's the only thing in the world that matters to you. Even though you think hiding your fucking head in her embrace is the only thing worth doing with your meaningless existence. You better not do it. You must be careful showing how much you care, that tends to scare people away. And you don't want to scare her away. Besides, how much farther could she possibly go? She's right there, but you can't get her. Yeah. Have you?
Holy Wild, Gwen Benaway
Could be worse.
“It’s all in your head” yeah that’s kind of the entire problem innit
Binge-watching Random TV shows*
New Girl | 1x22 - “Tomatoes”
تیرے بغیر بھی اے دوست یہ پہاڑ سا دن
گزر تو جاتا ہے لیکن کہاں گزرتا ہے
tere baghair bhi ay dost yeh pahar sa din
guzar tou jata hai laikin kahan guzarta hai
Aap ki yaad aati rahi raat bhar
Chandni dil dukhati rahi raat bhar
Gaah jalti hui gaah bujhti hui
Sham-e-gham jhilmilati rahi raat bhar
Koi khushbu badalti rahi pairahan
Koi tasvir gaati rahi raat bhar
Phir saba saya-e-shakh-e-gul ke tale
Koi qissa sunati rahi raat bhar
Jo na aaya use koi zanjir-e-dar
Har sada par bulati rahi raat bhar
Ek ummid se dil bahalta raha
Ik tamanna satati rahi raat bhar
-Faiz Ahmed Faiz
There are thousands of poets and then there is Faiz. Once you start reading him there's no going back. Also, what a beautiful ghazal this is.
-What are you?-To define is to limit. They call me voltage. Because I've got a lot of potential, but I'm mostly negative.
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