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finally spotted her. she looks magnificent in that orangeish red glow.

bhai instagram ki aisi-taisi. i accidentally stumbled upon the murderer in the third movie i wanna disappear wth

ye chunaid khan ka papa kitna dogla h for saying that 3 idiots is not even remotely related to sonam wangchuk

watched glass onion. 2.5/5 cuz a lil predictable but the movie sure was fun to watch. will watch the third knives out movie as well

they don't queerbait like this anymore

i hope the trees know i notice them

there's just something undiagnosed bout him 😍

kya bola doctor ne kab tak thik ho jaoge? aur ye ladka itna dispressed kyu h 😡

krinj ho rha h but wont delete-

dispossible

12 baje ke baad ye vali masti kyu chadhti h 🤬🤬🤬

sori

because how was i supposed to know what friendship was supposed to look like? how friends talk to each other, what they joke about, how they compliment one another, how they make each other feel wanted. no one teaches you those things. you learn them by having friends, and i didn't. even now, whenever someone makes me feel excluded, i'm not just reacting to that one thing. i'm five again six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen. i'm every version of myself that watched everyone else choose each other while i was never anyone's first choice, or second, or sometimes even their last. after a while, you stop wondering why they're excluding you and start wondering what's wrong with you. is it the way i look? the way i stand? do i look dirty? is it my nose ring? is it the way i talk? is it because my bade papa comes to take me home on a bike while they have posh cars with their fancy chauffeurs? i'd convince myself i had found the reason, and the next day i'd try to become someone else. i think that's where almost all of my insecurities come from. and what hurts the most is that some of the very girls who looked me in the face and called me ugly or the guy who used to bully me because apparently i was too "poor" for his liking are now online preaching kindness, inner beauty and acceptance blah blah blah