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put ishq and inquilab in the same sentence for me

I feel like pirating media that isn’t sold or offered anywhere legally anymore shouldn’t be called piracy. Girl thats archaeology

desikanya

What doesn't kill you, settles deeply in your chest and feels heavy every time you think about it

eymurn

In your 20s, you'll feel like you're losing the race. It's important to understand that there is no race.

kosmogrl

not a caller not a texter but a secret third thing

kosmogrl

don’t contact me. ever

khepiari

For a country that insists on birthing children and is hyperfixated on cut-throat education practices, we are failing the children royally.

As someone who had studied for 18 hours daily and endured the pressure of entrance exams when I was in school and later University. I understand the kids' frustration with the constant paper leaks and their hard work being trampled on!

For last 12 years these kids have seen the adults in their lives betray them by choosing hate, over and over and over again.

The ruling party came with the promise of Progress and Development. That's why so many had chosen them. THEY PROMISED A BETTER FUTURE! My friends, relatives, even my parents had elected them in 2014 with hope for better.

What happened to the Aache Din?

What happened to the development?

What happened to giving women and children protection?

Is this how we protect our children now? By tear gassing them and heating them with sticks taller than them?

The hard work and lives of children has become a cruel joke in this country.

anxietyproblem

undertheinfluencex1

The most underrated act of kindness is letting people be. Let them mispronounce a word, talk too much about a show they love, or get excited about something you don't understand. Everyone got something that lights them up. let them shine, even if it's not your thing

47witchyneurons

When I get blood samples at work sometimes they’re still warm from being imminently inside the patient’s veins and my hands are always cold because all the labs Ive work in are in the basement and they keep it kinda cold for whatever reason (and I’m also just a chilly kid).

And I clutch the little warm tubes of blood and feel this sick person warming my hands and I think about how kind you might be and how I wish I could hold your hand and how badly, how really really badly, I want you to get better and stay warm and hold someone’s hand again.

And anyway sometimes it’s better to not think so vividly about the people I’m doing tests for. I’m a good little cog in a vast machine of people all trying to heal and cure, and my cog feels so fucking small sometimes. But I hope the blood I prepare for you helps you breathe better and laugh and wake up feeling well rested.

We’ve never met but you warmed my hands and I want you to know I love you and I’m rooting for you.