The Worst Part About This Allergy Wala Cold Is That My Teeth Itch!!! But I Can't Do Anything!!! UGHHHHHHHHHHHH

intelligent people turn me on

#it was the "thankyou" for me

i was talking to my bf over the phone and it was only when his brother came into the room that we said goodbye. except he accidentally didn't cut the call. and i could hear what he and his brother were saying.

his brother: aap dono kitna baat karte ho, is there anything shanti didi could do that’ll make you break all ties with her?

*silence*

his brother: bhaiya muskura kyu rahe ho this is a genuine question

nitya: muskura isliye raha hu kyunki there’s nothing she could do that’ll make me break all ties with her. yeh ladki mera murder kar sakti hai aur mai use thank you bolunga

his brother: chiiii yaar aap romantic ho gaye mai jaa rha hu

*laughter*

I'M CRYING MERI JAAN I LOVE YOU

if it isn't the truth

with mutuals it's like. i know nothing about you. here is my home address. i am in love with you. i don't know your last name. i'd give you my kidney if you asked.

loving my friends online isn’t enough i need a plane ticket

At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would come back to look for her.

The next day, when they had not yet found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter "written" by the doll saying "please don't cry. I took a trip to see the world. I will write to you about my adventures."

Thus began a story which continued until the end of Kafka's life.

During their meetings, Kafka read the letters of the doll carefully written with adventures and conversations that the girl found adorable.

Finally, Kafka brought back the doll (he bought one) that had returned. “It doesn't look like my doll at all," said the girl.

Kafka handed her another letter in which the doll wrote: "my travels have changed me." the little girl hugged the new doll and brought her happy home.

A year later Kafka died. Many years later, the now-adult girl found a letter inside the doll. In the tiny letter signed by Kafka it was written:

"Everything you love will probably be lost, but in the end, love will return in another way."

i love appreciating the small things in life. my headphones that i wear every single day. the sun rising and gleaming in through my windows. omg not to mention opening my window and having cold gushes of wind blow against my face. i love making yummy toast i love it when the butter melts into the bread that makes it look like it’s glowing.

i love going on 1 hour walks and seeing the trees turn into orangey red, spotting a beautiful deer in the midst of the trees, seeing couples or people by themselves just enjoying the peace and quiet that the nearby lake has to offer.

oh and i looove garlic bread.

taking care isn't enough i wanna pet you

i want to take care of someone

these will make some great lyrics.

Lets cry over all these sunsets leaving us lonely and hugging us back in the morning

Lets smile over the moon giving us a shoulder to cry on in the night

Lets cry because we haven't in a while

Lets smile because we haven't in a while

-typicalabdullah

yknow i absolutely LOVE some blogs but then they dont have their asks wala option turned on and im too anxious to dm so i cant be friends w them but hi i still think ur very very cool and ily ok

[guy who doesnt do literally anything voice] there just aint enough hours in the day to get everything done that needs to be done am i right