some random person on the street asked me if my shoes were vintage and i spent the rest of the day feeling like they were just polite enough to say i looked old. great, now my self-esteem is worth less than the price tag on those shoes i thought were cool.
found an old recipe book today, and it hit me how long it has been since i cooked something just for fun. like, i used to love trying new things but now everything feels like a chore or a means to an end, and i cant even remember the last time i really enjoyed it, or had someone to share it with, ya know...
یار، مطلب سمجھو نا، آج دوپہر میرا میک اپ کا سامان ٹوٹ گیا اور کوءی سمجھتا نہیں کہ یہ کتنا بُرا لگا— اب یہ پیسے کہاں سے آؤں گے نئے لینے کے لیے؟
یار، مطلب سمجھو نا، آج دوپہر میرا میک اپ کا سامان ٹوٹ گیا اور کوءی سمجھتا نہیں کہ یہ کتنا بُرا لگا— اب یہ پیسے کہاں سے آؤں گے نئے لینے کے لیے؟
florida trucker who smuggled guns should have gotten decades, not four years — he's feeding the chaos in toronto and now there's blood on his hands! who’s gonna stop this madness while dirtbags like him get a slap on the wrist?