the idea of getting married is so weird like what if I'm having a sad moment late at night and i wanna cry in bed and then there's just some guy there??
"who hurt you?" oh my parents, the economy, my unrealistic expectations, that weird thing i said last week, the government, pakistan cricket team, do you want me to keep going?
Boys think women dress for them. Dude please, we dressed according to our waxing schedules, mood swings, location, season, matching shoes, matching bags and matching lipstick. You're not even on that list, so chill
mama said to me "mard mein itni taqat hoti hai k wo zameen par paun maary to zameen se pani nikal aye" who's gonna tell her ab mard princess treatment or first text maang rhy hain?
i was making dua while praying tahajjud like "Allah you can see everyone is asleep but here I'm praying tahajjud" and my brother who heard my voice said "yrr apny liey dua kro na, hamari shikayaten krne ki zarurat nahi hai k yeh log so rhy hain"
Being an understanding person is the worst kind of thing ever, you have to understand people's situations, their problems and traumas but when it comes to you, you will scream alone and will absolutely fight alone. No one will ever bother themselves to check up on you.
The intimacy of long drives listening to ghazals & introducing your favourite songs to each other, the intimacy of walking on rainy empty roads late at night, the intimacy of putting head on their shoulder, the intimacy of looking in each eyes without saying anything.