Maryam Aamir

IG: maryamaamir44 #pakistan

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If you ever come to this blog.

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Hi peeps pf tumblr

I am back.

Idk why tumblr is ban in pakistan. But we using VPN.

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رنگ کالے ،چل جاندے ،دل کالے نئ چلدے

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یار آپ کو ایسا لگتا ہے کہ دو لوگ جب ساتھ ہوں تو ان کے نصیب جوڑ جاتے ہیں؟ ایک کا خراب ہو تو دوسرے پر بھی اثر ہوتا ہے؟ ۔

“ہاں! لیکن تم ایسا کیوں نہیں سوچتی کہ ایک کانصیب اچھا ہے تو دوسرے کا بھی اچھا ہو جاۓ گا۔”

(اس کتاب سے اقتباس جو شاید میں کبھی نہ لکھوں)

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Winged eyelinerrrrrr 😩😩😩 why so hard.

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حب الو طن از شرائط ایمان است۔

Patriotism is one of the conditions of imaan.

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حب الوطنی ایمان کی شرائط میں سے ہے۔

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حب الو طن از شرائط ایمان است۔

Patriotism is one of the conditions of imaan.

حب الوطنی ایمان کی شرائط میں سے ہے۔

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Over sharing your plans is literally a self destruction. Not everyone has a pure intention towards you. Keep your business to yourself and your close ones.

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The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.

- unknown

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رنگ کالے

چل جاندے

دل کالے

نئ چلدے

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زندگی کے تمام دروازے

تیرے کمرے میں کیوں نہیں کھولتے ؟

- اویس رضا

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But how do you let go of the person that felt like home?

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Sudden urge to run away in the forest and read books.

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Hey friend, this might be my first or last time on your FYP so just want to say. Stay strong and know your worth. You deserve the world and don’t let anyone take this from you.

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When they say “soulmates exist but they are not found, they are made but nobody is ready to put efforts to be my soulmate” I hear it harder.

[shadesofdeadity]

I miss those wooden classroom benches covered with dust, sitting in the class, staring out of the window instead of paying attention to what the teacher spoke. I miss being carefree, miss having being able to meet friends everyday and enjoy the best days of my life. All my life, I dreamt of being finally old, I wish I didn't. Just take me back. Running in the corridors, gazing at your crush, never raising hands when questions asked, sharing food to having games period. Don't we deserve to go back once and live to the fullest back then knowing what the future has for us.

Don't we really?

[bramstokerdoesntapprove]

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights