@adrift

there was someone earlier named jeena, n idk but sm how that felt good.
i couldn't pin it why. but ig its that serial.

nigga does hello still works ?

fun fact: NSA has ur nudes

Inn aankhon ki masti ke
Mastaane hajaaron hain

life was good today. i went & i lifted. i popped the tank. i drove 30 at 60 zone. i drove 140 at 60 zone. i listened to Imran hasmi old songs. i laughed mad, i asked him to look ahead while i played the next song at 90. what else can one ask. but yes i failed to respect work. n so it did not rewarded.

when u do not respect your work.
God, wont reward u. respect is the key.

yup YellDiz.

jhindage haseen h. kise din woh bhe ayegi. dw. or worry. but smile

i mean. if it was him he would racist crises all the fat people here. include fajar to run.

at the end of the day. retards r happy. n sanity fuçks.

kia ye whole pack tissue mujh pr halal h,
if i zarorat mand n i have paid for the meal ?

idk how u city people survive. no birds chirping. no nothing.
n tbh. imagine living with no river. or mountains. or just peeps that yk. n that know u. generations knowing generations of each other .

n yes. one should lock away their shotguns. u never know if u dream of kurt n never wake up again.

gn peeps. more day time nightmares. n pta h. seen dajjal last night. woh aya tha. ngl.

endless scrolling in the name of shit rants

reacting to this post is a proof of no brains.

but to be stupid is blessing. lemme be tiktok level stupid. God. 😭
for once.

but we only exist in thy physical realm. stfu strano.

drugs r getting expensive n at the same time essential.

befriend a house fly.

recommend a series to watch. k drama. HOD was shii.

do not dive ever into privacy concepts.. shiiii will only make u feel exposed. n it gets worse.

can someone ask this saphire guy to unblock me so i can block him so i dont see his chapri cats

chapri red stars. sojao.
cringe cringe cringe

"I gave you a palace built on the sweet, selfish echoes of my own desire. I called it devotion, but it was just a gilded cage I designed for you. I entrapped my beloved. I made your heart my prisoner, then watched you closely, waiting for the day your absolute loyalty would falter—not because you were disloyal, but because I needed you to be, so I could play the tragic, bleeding poet.

I painted my prey in beautiful colors, blinded you with my poetry, and used you. I preyed on the tenderness of your soul, feeding my own ego in the name of love. I hunted you down with my affection, trapped you in my web, and then called it your betrayal when you gasped for air. I am the villain cloaked in a lover's skin. I did not love you; I loved the way my love for you made me suffer, made me sing."
~Ghani Khan