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[mishthik]

until I found you in the bg and fake scenarios in my head , what else do you call therapy?

[honeypleasejustkillme]

currently

[mishthik]

aaye na , teri yaad unko

[yms1]

tumblr isn’t a social media site, it’s just my room

[mishthik]

school scribble day tomorrow omg

[misssclumsy]

Hey with the intention of slapping you how the hell you forget me. !

[yms1]

Not in the mood for humans today

[mishthik]

too shy to say , but I hope u stay

[mishthik]

doob ja.

[kabhi-kabhi-aaditya-deactivated]

jab bhagwan acchi kismat, khushiyaan aur sukoon bant rhe the

God to me:

[mishthik]

I wasn't even in that situation ship broooo????

[mishthik]

fuck u ENT infections

[mishthik]

the day i start loving myself it’s over for them

[neckkiss]

“I’ll go to bed, forget myself in sleep.”

— The Master and Margarita (via neckkiss)

[mishthik]

and if you can't be next to me , your memory is ecstasy.

I miss you more than life :)

me to momos , obvv or who?

[drblogg-deactivated20250209]

you can feel friendship in your heart when you hear your freinds laugh btw

[goodnight-moves-deactivated2022]

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.”

[mister-christmas]