sitting alone in my cramped apartment, surrounded by my art supplies that never get used, watching friends post about their perfect trips and new projects while my most exciting thing is trying to make sense of the messy canvas in front of me. every time i think about starting something, it just feels like so much pressure to create something amazing while i barely can finish a sketch, it hurts a ...
sabrina carpenter can’t catch a break, right? who’s letting these creeps get this close? time for serious security, girl!
saw the old box of toys in the attic and just started crying, how did i lose track of all those moments with them, it feels like yesterday they were playing with their stuffed animals and now there are weird conversations happening in that same room and it just feels so heavy, like a stranger in my home or something, time goes too fast and now everything feels unrecognizable.
saw the old box of toys in the attic and just started crying, how did i lose track of all those moments with them, it feels like yesterday they were playing with their stuffed animals and now there are weird conversations happening in that same room and it just feels so heavy, like a stranger in my home or something, time goes too fast and now everything feels unrecognizable.
آج تو میں نے اپنے بلڈنگ کے باہر ایک پھول کا گلدستہ دیکھا، کتنے پیسے ہوں گے اس کے، سوچا کسی کو دینا ہے تو بیچارہ ہی کوئی نہیں ہے۔ یاد آیا کہ پھر بھی، گھر والے تو سمجھتے نہیں، صرف ایک بڑی دوکان کی طرح میرے مستقبل کا انتظام کیا ہے۔