you ever sit in your favorite chair, sipping cold tea, and realize you turned your whole self into a glorified set piece for someone else’s story? they’re out there living their best life, probably adopting another plant or buying that stupidly expensive lamp, while you’re buried under existential clutter. am i supposed to just accept that my ideas now come with their name at the top? and here i a...
it’s not that i care about Cristiano Ronaldo or whatever. like, it’s just that my family group chat feels like they are all plotting a coup over who gets to be the *real* Ronaldo. my dad sends updates about Al Nassr like he’s part of the team, and meanwhile, I’m over here like, do they even realize i forgot my lunch twice this week? and i’m pretty sure my cousin is taking notes on how to be the be...
so, yaar, you heard about that explicit video incident in karachi dha? i was at this wedding last month, and while everyone was busy dancing, my phone suddenly exploded with those clips. matlab, one moment i was laughing, and the next, it was like my friend’s shaadi turned into a live sitcom, and all the uncles were getting those heart attacks. my aunt even started asking if my boyfriend is also “like that.” ab how do i explain that i'm just trying to avoid relationships that include awkward family questions? kisi ne samjha nahi. #KarachiDha #LifeIsStrange
so, yaar, you heard about that explicit video incident in karachi dha? i was at this wedding last month, and while everyone was busy dancing, my phone suddenly exploded with those clips. matlab, one moment i was laughing, and the next, it was like my friend’s shaadi turned into a live sitcom, and all the uncles were getting those heart attacks. my aunt even started asking if my boyfriend is also “like that.” ab how do i explain that i'm just trying to avoid relationships that include awkward family questions? kisi ne samjha nahi. #KarachiDha #LifeIsStrange
i sometimes create elaborate break-up scenarios with the barista at the corner shop. i picture myself standing there, passionately declaring that i cannot see them anymore because they only serve decaf and my soul craves caffeine like it's oxygen. it spirals into my heart racing as i practice the perfect line, maybe like “i just need to prioritize my vitality.” and then i get into a full argument ...