itsdead

For I took Han’s appetite about the wrong thing.

Need a friend in Delhi, so bad.

Bored in a house, I’m in a house bored.

Thanks to people who repost my post :p

Between her and me, the pigeons are making love, mum said it’s raining. This is the first time I had met her outside her room, her house, that cafe, the books, and alas, all of her. I touched her in the moonlight, dominant, unabashed, unfazed, I sometimes think if meeting her…

For a while, I’d be whole and then you’d breathe air into me, dearest, I didn’t ask for this life my body repulses my soul, take my life.

And furniture and crockery and plants, curtains, bed sheets and candles. Are these things too much to ask for? P.s, not scented candles.

Someone gift me at least 10 books.

Mr Bon Iver, you don’t make sense most of the times, the correlation isn’t lucid, I like you.

Guess who wants to walk at midnight but is too scared to?

So, a spider lily if he comes. Only if he comes.

If you look closely this dog has eyes, in the second picture randomly a bulb looks like a halo which made me think of God, and I thought Dog is praying to some God. open.spotify.com/track/5q0FY…

She’ll always think of us as the same. And tell me that colors of skin are different than mine. But mother, they never were and I am scared to call you, my melancholia, my mood of you is a purple color.

And I miss you, terribly, miserably.

Non-Kashmiri smell will have my boukwachi dissolved.

Drums please Fab.