why do guys ride bike as if they got like 7 lives? this guy almost got both of us killed today but fir bhi 80 se neeche nhi jaana iss bkl ko (not implying it wasn’t fun, but-)

i go to college for lectures but somehow end up at a place 50 km from college.

gave in to the hype (i still don’t get how this is better taste wise cuz tastes same to me, pls dont kill me)

goated shit

varun dhawan

when people are so immersed in being themselves, they seem almost ethereal. when they’re lost in a book long enough to forget where they are. the way their eyes catch light when they speak about something they truly love. strangers on pavements smiling without thinking, just because something beautiful crossed their path. singing without an audience. moving to music alone at midnight.
i love watching people live moments they might otherwise hide in public. i find myself falling in love, over and over again, with people in their most genuine moments because sometimes people are so beautiful.

lost my will to continue because the second book bored me and i kinda predicted the whole thing. i was just reading this so i could read six of crows.

i heard them say that your handwriting speaks alot about you?

machayenge! 🤙🏼😛

the duality of this channel

agar ye energy mai padhai me lagati toh aaj maine telegram par channel banane vali bakchodi nhi ki hoti, so be grateful ki mai padhai nhi karti

yes youtube, i am interested.

dont know if im fighting the demons or im the demon atp

i think mere "luck" ki spelling f se shuru hoti h

i have never been afraid of the idea of dying. you could call it bravery, but i don’t think it is. it’s more that i don’t care enough about anything or anyone be it family, friends, the supposed lust for life, the curiosity to see what it might store, none of it. i am fine with whatever happens, good or bad. that might sound cowardly too, and i wouldn’t disagree. sudden urges of motivation come and go, and they’re welcome, but they feel like just another part of the ruckus that life is. you keep yourself under this delusion that you won’t relapse, that you’ll do better, that you’ll change. and that’s fine, i suppose, because, well, life. i watch life as something you simply go through, where nothing really matters. and yet, it changes sometimes. i start thinking maybe we do have control, maybe we can change things, or at least offer ourselves small, temporary happiness like buying that cake, wearing that outfit, applying that nail paint, making that coffee. i like that, even while knowing it doesn’t last. i live for these small pleasures, i suppose. but i wouldn’t flinch if i didn’t wake up tomorrow.

i'm not kms guys so stop sending suicide helpline 😭 i don’t fw the idea of killing oneself.