i really am just living for the hope of it all atp

i really want to cry endlessly. cry till i can't breathe and cry between gasps for air, cry like there’s no tomorrow, crycrycrycrycry and more cry.

cry is a funny word

i can't live in this overly religious and superstitious house. would rather prefer to die.

wait no, they would themselves kill me for something like washing my hair on my periods or not wearing some talisman or washing my hair on a thursday or wearing a new cloth on any day that’s not wednesday or cutting my nails on a saturday or-
yeah this never really ends.

opinion do yaar
how has social media changed the way we use language? (presentation h kal)

why doesn't he like my stories? does he hate me or something 😡

how life feels like on days i get to see him

chud gya

i have made a home out of a name that was never mine.

i carry him like a fever, and call it warmth.

i am starving, and i keep choosing delusion as food.

someone said fireflies are gonna be extinct in a few years?????????

"her name was carroll"