raahi

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The intimacy of " I'll learn this for you "

[vollzeitherz-deactivated2026012]

laying on someone's chest and feeling their heartbeat is my favorite thing

[sheilakijawaanii]

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Hey

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चंद के "च" पे जो बिंदी है वोह उसके माथे की है

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चंद के "च" पे जो बिंदी है वोह उसके माथे की है

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चंद के "च" पे जो बिंदी है वोह उसके माथे की है

[manincaffeine]

As an overthinker you analyze every moment of your life. And then out of nowhere, it hits you that you have no real friends. No one who checks in just to ask how you’re doing. No one who talks without a reason, without an agenda. In the end, you realize most people stay only when there’s something to gain. And somehow, here I am again.

[raahisblog]

the only constants in my life are KAFKA and JAUN SAHAB

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हम ने कब चाहा कि वो शख़्स हमारा हो जाए

इतना दिख जाए कि आँखों का गुज़ारा हो जाए

[raahisblog]

the only constants in my life are KAFKA and JAUN SAHAB

[raahisblog]

हम ने कब चाहा कि वो शख़्स हमारा हो जाए

इतना दिख जाए कि आँखों का गुज़ारा हो जाए

[raahisblog]

Seven years of lighting one cigarette after another… quitting today feels like freedom in its purest form.

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After reading your blog I don’t know why, but you give off such Chris Evans in Materialistic movie vibes bro

ooo

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Healing starts the moment you stop looking back ig

[inky-sun]

It’s easy to disappear when no one is really looking for you.

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"If I Speak, I'm Weak"

They say be a man.

So I am. Silent. Drowning. Smiling.

I feel the weight every day like I’m carrying something heavy in my chest.

But if I say I’m not okay, they’ll say I’m not strong.

If I cry, they’ll say I’m soft.

If I open up, they’ll laugh or walk away.

So I bottle it all.

Smile in rooms where I want to scream.

Laugh when I want to cry.

Keep going when all I want is for it to stop.

I feel like a coward for wanting to die.

But society makes me feel like even more of a coward for wanting to talk.

They call me strong for enduring in silence.

But truth is I’m breaking.

And no one sees it.

Because being a man means being invisible when you’re in pain.

[raahisblog]

People keep telling us we’re “the right kind of person,” someone anyone would be happy to have. But does it really mean anything when the one we want doesn’t understand us at all? Sometimes it feels like a strange curse being the person everyone appreciates except the one we quietly choose. It’s painful to be perfect in someone else’s story but invisible in the one we wish to live in.