Imagine putting up an album on facebook containing sixty photos, approx, of YOURSELF. Just your own darn self. All in the same pose almost. Someone does that all the time. My news feed is the witness.
Why is this me.
I have cuts all over my hands. deep cuts.
Har zarra chamakta hai anwaar e ilaahi se, Har saans yeh kehti hai, Hum hain to Khuda bhi hai, hungama hai kiun barpaa, Thori si jo pee li hai.
I want to record history through the destiny of individuals who often belong to...– James Nachtwey (via fotojournalismus)
The thought of how one can just forget whatever they have been given by God. whose choice of source keeps varying whenever He is to grant us with any kind of happiness or something that would at least make our day. How conveniently does the mankind forget about the floor they are sitting on or the roof above their heads or the food in front of them or even the clothes they’re wearing....
New year resolutions..? Anyone?
i love to put up immature stuff on tumblr. Who doesn’t.
She sits in my chair. While I stand and wait, as she contemplates. Alice. Alice ki bachiiii.
everytime i type sorry, i type soory first and that’s not good. I’m soory for that. Oops.
The other maida ali in uni is cooler and prettier. and more social. and prettier. and better. and I met her. and we have friends in common. why did her parents choose maida, of all the names.
I’m so uncertain about stuff. About me.
You mister, are a fucking disappointment.
Everyone’s pretending to be fuckin happy.
I don’t fuckin care anymore. Yayy!