๐ฅบ๐ฅบ mai bhi aapki
I used to struggle with my sensitivity a lot I still do and sometimes it's just too much to Cope up with. It's like a belief engrained in my head since childhood and who am I supposed to blame about that we literally adapt to behaviours that people around us point out in us. My dad called me sensitive that one time I cried when I was 5 and I am supposed to carry it with me all my life? Just because one of the girls in my class back in 9th grade said I don't possess leadership qualities because she was clearly jealous should I just close my eyes and believe her?? When people call you by terms you don't clearly identify with you will fucking believe it everytime and that's because you don't know yourself enough. When situations like these arise you are supposed to argue back and say no I am not. You aren't dumb if you can't solve that one math problem that can clearly be practiced. You aren't unlovable just because a certain someone failed at loving you. Never give anyone else the right to tell you who you are and don't look for the answers outside. You are much above those marks on the paper and number of people interested in you.
love, love, love
Shabba khair <3
Theme slayy kar rahi hai app ๐ฅฐ
(kya matlab behoos ho gyi dekh ke)
Isiliye toh change kraa. Aap jaisii khoobsurat ladkiyon ke liye hi toh sb krti hu hehehe
I talk of death like an old friend , someone who'll come to greet me with a nostalgic smile over their face and take me into their arms while I forget every wrong ever happened to me
art, intimacy, romance.
Mujhe bhi chaiye generational wealth Mai kyu hustle kruuuuuu