post-smoking clarity

my last words will probably be sarcastic.

this is what you get for loving a God.

and a psycho.

scars over tattoos.

she was my Tessa Young.

even the Gods love to fuck with me.

the only time i'm opening up to someone is on my fucking autopsy.

who am i?

push-ups in the rain.

W.D.Y.W.F.M?

Madrid match, barbeque & cigarettes.

तारों की तरफ़ देखता हूं,
तेरा चेहरा ध्यान में आता है।

मैं तेरी मोहब्बत में इतना चूर हूं,
तेरा ख्याल ज़हन ही से नहीं जाता है।

Cigarettes After Sex is my sleeping pill.

transition period of a white character.

ABE CHALBE SAALE CHUTIYE!

self-reflection

peace in my time.

go ahead, underestimate me.
but, that frown on your face and that grin on mine.
in some time.