khuwab mehngy boht pare hum ko
ghum ki maqrooz hogayi ankhen
I'll dance to pasoori no matter how overplayed it is sorri
me starving myself for no reason: it's all cool no worries
me when roza: *dies inside*
listening to lana del rey and feeling like a bad bitch yesssir
how am I stressing and not giving a shit at the same time
a heart that's filled up
like a landfill
a job that slowly kills you
bruises that won't heal
she lives with a broken man
a cracked polystyrene man
who just crumbles and burns
sometimes I feel so happy
but mostly you just make me mad
how I wish u were here
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
so u think u can tell
heaven from hell
Conditional love is a fact of life but coping with it is just so painful
whoever wants my crying snaps join my onlyfans
the way I always feel kinda relieved too at every other inconvenience like thanks now I got another reason to end it, is concerning
tfw u call a bootlegger and he says he don sell in ramzan and starts preaching. oh bahi ye kis field me agaye aap xd
why's it hurt so good w you
