Me @ my life: Eh ki gandh paya?
I wanna start eating healthier, wear loose sweaters, do more art, care less talk less and listen to music most of the time
“How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.”
— Khalil Gibran
If I could count my laughters,
was it enough to tell how happy I am?
If I could point out how many tears
had fallen from my eyes,
was it enough to show
all the pain I am hiding into?
If I could run miles away
from where I am standing,
was it enough to tell how lost I feel?
If I could write million of prose and poetries,
was it enough to tell my stories?
If only things were enough.
But sadly, there were times,
when they weren’t just
what we needed to have.
I hope you’re doing fine // ma.c.a
This is the poem Where you decide how it ends For once in your life
“Love is a rose Every petal an illusion Every thorn a reality”
What if you’re giving birth to twins and it’s the end of daylight savings day and the older twin was born first but the second twin travels back in time and is born an hour before the first twin
me: *sleeps for 4 hours* tired me: *sleeps for 8 hours* tired me: *sleeps for a week* tired me: *sleeps for a month* tired me: *sleeps for a year* still tired
Don’t let another year go by doing something you’re not passionate about.
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