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 “...
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 about whether latte art can save a relationship before suddenly realizing i’ve committed to a complete meltdown over foam.
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 about whether latte art can save a relationship before suddenly realizing i’ve committed to a complete meltdown over foam.
yaar, matlab samjho na, basant festival ke khabarein sun ke dil se lagta hai sabki life itni colorful hai. meri dost ne second car liya aur mai bas gaadi dekhte hue basant ki kite udaane ki kahani sun rahi thi. mujhe yaad hai jab pichli baar sabne mila tha, unki zindagi itni shiny hai, aur mai bus apni purani jeans mein akele sochti thi ki kahan se shuru karun, jab mai khud apne basics ke liye str...