ठीक से जरा पहले, सच के पास
अहसास के किनारे, जिंदगी के मोड पर आखिरी घर मेरा है।

- इरफान खान

"snakes having venom only in their head-part, doesn't make them less dangerous"

one really must imagine sysiphus happy

i hate everybody who shows slightest bit of kindness towards me

i'm dissociating from everything which is real.

i guess i am going to die from a life threatening disease which isn't even diagnosed in me yet.

i also wanna try chicken soup

i also don't want anybody to see me

As soon as I shed my inner man
they've shed their inner woman
and we're two human talking to each other.

crying does cleanse your soul apparently

i hate all religious places, all religions gatherings and everything that proposes the idea of religion

im not even average person anymore, I'm just a lowly commoner whose existence doesn't even create a wave in the ocean of life. all i do is hate everything which i see from my eyes, why is there so much hate inside my heart.

I swear to god i so badly wanna bomb this neighbor's house if they don't stop preaching their bullshit on loudspeaker

how come people not think beyond their personal domain, can you literally not imagine something without relating it to yourself? is it so hard?

nobody wants to know how your experience went and how you lived your life. fuck off with your life-imposing philosophies.

“A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest form of pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal in satisfying his vices. And it all comes from lying — to others and to yourself.”

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov