como te va!?

جل گیا گھر میرا میں جاؤں گا کہاں

my thigh be hurting like I had my leg day today when all I did was sat at my desk for hours

I say I do not have a type and yet here I go following a pattern over and over and over again

I have a hot take on the salary discourse but naah men shall burn

00:00

crumble has me in a chokehold

If I were to text her with the update maybe she won't be disappointed when she actually gets to see me at the salon

she's going to be so mad at me

batshit scared of my brow girlie from the salon for losing the two bro hair that I naturally shed off owing to anxiety and that's made my brows not-perfect

“POV: sunrise on the reaping.”

"Men aren't allowed to cry." Neither are women. We're also not allowed to cry. When we cry, we're denied leadership positions. We're told we're too emotional. We're too sensitive. We're not logical. We're not even allowed to cry when we're abused and graped. We're being "dramatic." We're not allowed to cry about the suffering happening around the world because if we cry that means we're weak.

pink gun

Women: I want to go for a run. Society: You can’t go alone. You’ll get raped. Women: I want to walk to my car in the parking garage. Society: Alone? You better get someone to escort you, or you’ll get raped. Women: I want to live alone. Society: You need a gun, an alarm system, a dog and probably a gun for the dog too. Women: What about going to the park? Society: Dangerous. Women: Okay, I’ll just go out for a drink then. Society: Don’t take your eyes off your drink. Watch out for predators spiking your drinks. Stay alert at all times. Women: I was raped. Society: Are you sure? That just seems impossible.

yes all too well

ہمیشہ دیر کر دیتی ہوں میں

00:01

I know I should sleep but the voices in my head won't let me

deeeeep