This How English Major Torture People.

Tony (sleep deprived) : Come on kid move aside we need to analyse the place.

Peter (half asleep) : Mr. Stark...what are you doing here...

Tony (moving way too fast) : working on your new lab what else....

Peter : Whhaaaatttttt

Tony : Yeah...move outta way...

Peter : Does Mrs. Potts know that you are in my apartment at 4 in the morning.

Tony (vibrating ) : *_*

hey, are you listening?

hey, are you listening?

hey, are you listening ?

my walls keep on falling,

there’s a shadow on my head and I am afraid.

hey, are you listening ?

theres a hand on my window,

the floor keeps on shaking more and more and more…

hey, are you listening ?

I am running out of air,

I am one the floor, there’s a rattling in my bone.

hey, are you listening ?

I stopped breathing.

hey, are you…

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shrimpboys. crabgirls. is that anything

The Story...

The Story…

I knew a boy,

little scared and little weird.

he knew a girl

little sad and little scared.

they sat together, wrote together

songs of distant past.

and that’s the story of …

he loved flowers

she loved stars

he would weave her hair

while she would fight the ants.

and that’s the story of….

she would put stones in her pocket

he would put buttons on dresses

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letters

the last letter

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As a girl who is just steeping in the real life....my indian parents have made me go through this fear a lot and one day even when I wont be ready in know this will come true.

Snape: Miss Granger, pay attention or serve detention.

Hermione: Make me.

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Draco: (in a distance) like one of my french girls.

Hermione: What

Draco: What

Snape: What

Hogwarts: What

Do you ever have those days when all you want to do is read angst so that you can make yourself feel things for life has been too numb for to long.

690 Kilometer.

The distance between me and my past is not very large…690 km to be precise.

Did I run all the way here or rode some cloud of power I don’t remember?

Funny I ran so hard and so fast and I still find myself under.

Every morning I find something crumble…is it my soul, my mind or just another blunder caused because of my dropping eyes and my body aching to lay in a deep slumber.

The wind…

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THE POST

ME: the day I join TUMBLR my first post is going to be funny and people will die laughing.

ALSO ME: (First day at Tumblr) I have no idea how to post anything. I am not funny. Why did i came to this site. I'll die alone.