the day i order my PlayStation from Blinkit is the day i fucking made it.

"The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows-- a wall against the wind. That is the willow's purpose."

love it when she gives me head, hate it when she gives me headache.

i miss my grandma.

i forgot why i hated high-necks, fucking suffocating.

winning the Intercontinental Cup makes me feel a little better about our position in the UEFA standings 😞

i need some divine intervention so i could study.

so much time to think.

give a man a purpose and the ability to achieve it and he will crawl over broken glass with a smile.

i can get over anything w jus one song.

"i can dance more"

ruin it to realise how beautiful something is.

i hate Januarys

this shit is not aligned, man. bits and pieces, scattered and no time to collect.

still stuck there. still, trapped.

almost two years of no writing, i miss my lover-boy era sometimes.