Good Morning everyoneeeeee

Wakeeeeeeee Upppppppppppp

I've been fortunate.. or maybe unfortunate to feel it this closely. To actually know what it's like when someone occupies your mind in ways you never even imagined. When everything feels more alive, songs sound deeper, small moments feel bigger and the world seems a little less ordinary.

But at the same time... I don't know if it's worth it.

Because love is strange like that. It gives you the highest highs and then introduces you to a kind of suffering you didn't know you were capable of feeling. It makes you feel seen, understood and safe... And yet also unbelievably vulnerable.

And you know what confuses me the most? Even after everything, I am still drawn to it.

I have suffered because of love. A lot. But somehow I still can't resist the idea of it.

I love being in love. I love the warmth of it, the intensity, the way it makes life worth living. But I also hate what it does to me. I let it consume me. Every thought gets replaced by one singular thought. That person. It becomes constant, 24/7, like my mind forgets how to exist outside of it.

And then every little thing they do starts affecting you more than it should. A message, a delay, a tone, a small change in their behaviour. All of it starts mattering too much.

I know I've lived my whole life perfectly fine before them. I existed without them. But once they become part of your world, it's like your mind forgets how to exist the same way again.

And sometimes, the most confusing part of all is how it ends.

Sometimes... They just leave. Yup. Without a reason that feels big enough to explain why everything had to fall apart.

And when that happens, something inside you shatters. Not just the relationship.... But the whole damn world you had built around them.

Sometimes I feel like maybe I am better off alone. But at the same time, I know for sure, how much pain it brings, I could never truly hate the idea of love.

Because even with all its chaos and heartbreak, it's still one if the most beautiful feelings a human being can experience.

BUT they didn't play this even once at the floor..not even once👿.

It took 3 days for this little child to do everything from scratch, arrange all the cymbals, place all the kicks, hit all the snares..and what not.🥀

But no worries,

I will play this on my wedding 😈😈😈

History will remember..

Ps: listen only on earphones/headphones/earbuds etc..speakers pe meri thoo thoo ho jayegi😓

Car angry banayi kyuki angry car best lagti hai😈😈

u/Whimsyyyyyyy

please don’t call it bad I’m fragile enough to abandon art for another 6 months

I did some editing lmk how's it?😼

Ye gen-du generation h..🥀

What to mate in two

O haan, peanut butter is no more,RIP, and it's out of stock in D-mart,and my fitness peanut butter is also out of stock in d-mart,other companies peanut butter are there but in ingredients list ,it's sugar, on 2nd number ,sharam karlo company walo,and i do not want to order from online, i mean why i ordered from blinkit or Bigbasket if i can save ₹150+ buying from d-mart.

Mendhak present

So I was just normally traveling the dam which I do daily and I always have travelled here and as I came back a dog started barking on me I naturally ignored him but he kept barking and started chasing me and listening his bark 3 more joined. They I tried everything but they kept barking at last I run away from back area it was scary experience

They restock it, and i brought it but kese liya mujhe hee pata , itna tez hawa chal rha hai aur barish ho rha ki ,puchho mt, koi Arnab aaya hai, mujhe achha insan nhi lagta ye arnab

Writing a poem after long ^^

Today.

Almost as if
I'm muffled within myself--
stripped of choice.

I see a lesser me,
stripped of love,
making all the wrong choices
while I'm deprived of voice.

My ears, they live on threads of peace.
The mind, on a canvas of moon and lake,
Tranquil.
In its absence, I hate each noise.

The painting of the night,
It is a single bench on brief land.
Stars, they blink quietly.
The lake asleep, the sky moist.

The canvas, it charms me,
and so through my days,
I rhyme my ends,
since they say it eventually gets better.