o my god many things. so first theres a restaurant right next to the house and they keep playing music have ppl dancing on off til midnight and i swear balochi dances are the sweetest most graceful !!!! same as the mela in islamabad, there was a balochistan tent and i asked are those bagpipes? no.. and there were twenty thirty men dancing in a circle and mama said these r male friendship dances..scream it was so sweet flooded w boys though, and i saw a lot holding hands:)))) and calling every random person hey bhai beta, my mama was talking to this guard and they were like acha khala yea yea etc..lmaoo. good radio stations and tea shops and nonevil eye contact..there was a car sticker that said don’t touch me and another that said even the devil calls me daddy lmfaodjdh . my mamas family is amazing and funny & i feel inhuman around them sometimes but it also fucks me up how i change her into a different person. and how she becomes parts of both when the four of us go get biscuits from a shop..(wolves mouths whtever) so yea sometimes it makes me want to be violently alone recede from everything nonobserver blank space sometimes it makes me want to fall in love with everyone. but yes the other thing was! its crazy how eye contact or horrible flirting or whatever happens right after im thinking about dirty shit, like its disgusting i love it, there was a boy making kulfi lmfaojfhf with the sweetest smile and then i kept grinning back & i am so! fukking! the radio back said bite that tattoo on your shoulder,,gross and horny. mm anyway sinkhole human is still true i’ll drain your energy completely but then occasionally i’ll see someone grin when theyre talking on the phone and i’ll reflect you back like rly blinding. im still afterglowing..lol,,,,
