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.

the storm has subsided, the hysteria has passed, the pain has been replaced by emptiness, there are finally no feelings, there is light at the end of the tunnel, and after sunset there is always dawn. nothing lasts forever, any condition will pass.

Bellingham's goal yesterday reminds me of Ronaldo.

blessing.

wake up to accidents and scars.