they were having tea at a cafe when the woman at the next table suddenly looked over and said, “you still take your tea with…” then she stopped. the daughter thought it was a little awkward, but her mom just looked at the woman. “sorry,” the woman said, “i used to know someone who ordered it like that.”
Just now, after Choudhry Fawad blocked me, I was reminded of Sher Afzal Marwat. Whenever I used to tell him some hard truths, he would block me too :)
Honestly, how many people are these guys going to block? And for how long?
Anyway, I’m really enjoying being blocked by these CULPRITS.
My boyfriend was already between my legs when I woke up.
I felt his mouth first. Slow, wet, like he’d been there a while. My hips moved before my eyes even opened. I made that small sound I only make when I’m still half-asleep and he hummed against me like he heard it.
it’s strange how the same hands that once made you feel safe can eventually become the reason you’re afraid to remember.
You remember the way they held you, the little things they did without being asked, the moments when you genuinely believed you were safe with them.
And then somehow, those same memories start hurting more than the person ever did.
You wish you could separate the good from the bad, but your mind keeps putting them in the same place.
Maybe that’s the hardest part about losing someone you loved deeply: you don’t just lose them. You lose the version of yourself that felt safe when they were around.
And sometimes, remembering how gently they once held you hurts more than remembering how they let you go.