and suddenly nights are more familiar to me than days

چلے تو کٹ ہی جائے گا سفر
آہستہ آہستہ
چلے تو کٹ ہی جائے گا سفر
آہستہ آہستہ
ہم اُس کے پاس جاتے تھے مگر
آہستہ آہستہ
چلے تو کٹ ہی جائے گا سفر


Chale to kat hi jayega safar
Ahista ahista
Chale to kat hi jayega safar
Ahista ahista
Hum uske paas jate the magar
Ahista ahista
Chale to kat hi jayega safar
Ahista ahista ahista

fucking bone freezing chills and brain melting coffee

biting your tongue while eating is a perfect example of how you can mess up even with decades of experience.

I'll set the world on fire just to show how much i fucking love this symphony

"it takes 14 years to know that nobody knows anything
but another decade to realise, neither do you"

what i’ve noticed is that my need to write peaks when i’m going through something painful, but mostly when i’m pining for something, someone. why do i find my most potent inspiration in grief and in the void that comes from what’s missing?

get help if you can't stop whinning about it

remember guys, talking with yourself is not a mental disorder..idk what it is, but it's not mental disorder

when will i stop molding myself according to your preference, when will this mirror break?

romanticization of materialism is real disease among you all.

Humans are way too precious; even god can't help but engage in mortal word action.

Either to save humans from calamities or to destroy them with it.