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@misssclumsy
I'm too lazy to make an introduction post
Hello guys I'm back in town
Ik no one remembers eachother now
But anyways here I am
Aj Chand ko dekha toh apki yaad aa gyi
Achha jii aisa kya
Humein bhi chaand ki tasveer bhejiye
I'm gonna complete 3 units and sleep THATS IT
BHAII THAT'S WHAT I DID JUST COMPLETED THE LAST TOPIC OF THIRD UNIT and going to start another 🤧
IM SO PROUD OF YOU!! academic weapon
THANK YOU SO MUCHH DEARRH
I'm gonna complete 3 units and sleep THATS IT
BHAII THAT'S WHAT I DID JUST COMPLETED THE LAST TOPIC OF THIRD UNIT and going to start another 🤧
Aaand.. the ink died leaving the pen behind to mourn.
(10 page baaki hai assignment ki kya karu ab)
Yk when you purchase a pen and you start to write with it and the pen is being rude as ever, avoiding your entire existence and minding his own business as it slides gratingly on each page, and you don't like his attitude either, but within a few days you start getting familiar with him as he stops being mean to you for no reason, and then you two spend good time together, it starts getting smooth with each line. As you write, it reaches the perfect amount of consistency, and you wish that it never ends as it glides on pages, making you write more and more the way it sway with each line and smirk with a full stop, but your heart misses a beat with the fear of losing the pen as the ink breathes it's last breath. you forget the life of the pen is dying with each page as the ink is getting sunk into your pages. now you're afraid to use that pen often. He is in his final days. When someone asks for an extra pen you hide him and give another one because you know he is in his deathbed, and now you're in agony for a few hours because now you can't even see the lifeline, and you know that in any given minute, his life will be stolen...
Yes I'm in that phase rn
"char log kya kahenge" char log ki baatein tabhi sunai degi jab mein apne headphones utarungi
Wt- 😭 I thought I was the only one
Men will be obsessing over cricket and sports stuff and still won't understand boundaries.
tumblr culture is just someone saying "what is tumblr" and then @tumblr reblogging and replying with "always WHAT is tumblr and WHO is tumblr and never HOW is tumblr" and then some weirdo called @why-offical being like "YALL WHAT ABT ME" and then @me reblogging asking "yea what abt me?" and then some random person adding a tag like "posts that have 10k notes to me" and then some other person reblogging with a screenshot of aforementioned tag and then @hellsite-hall-of-fame reblogging the whole thread
yes, basically
"I don’t wanna get undressed for a new person all over again."
And it made my core feel this this weight I can’t name but carry anyway. Have you ever felt like you’re stripping, not your body, but your thoughts? Like you’re slowly taking off layers of silence, softness, fears until you’re left standing there, exposed in ways you can’t cover back up? I’ve been that naked once not physically, but in the way that leaves you changed. I gave someone the parts of me I’d hidden even from myself. The kind of love where your soul is laid bare, your past unfolded, your softness handed over like it won’t bruise. And when it ended, I didn’t just lose them I lost the version of me that knew how to open up like that. Now the idea of starting again, of undressing for someone new, doesn’t feel romantic. It feels violent. Because some parts of me never learned how to get dressed again.
people are too casual about the fact that a genocide is happening where people, animals, children are being killed in thousands right in the same time space as theirs
All women have pubic hair, all women have armpit hair, all women have moustache hairs, all women have hairy legs, most women have hair on their stomach and breasts. If you find that disgusting then you aren’t attracted to women at all because that’s how we naturally exist, that’s what we look like, those are our secondary sex characteristics. Congrats on having brain rot though.
So I was reading my "yours" anon's all old asks and a sudden curiosity burst that I don't know him in irl how great it would be if I met him or know him but all i can do rn is think of him i don't know if he's Reading it or not which i don't think he's Reading but i really want you to know that I miss you occasionally but I do and i don't know if you'll ever try to contact me or if we'll ever know eachother but I'm still looking forward to meet you
I hope my weird speech and awkward walk and nervous mannerisms are attractive to you