i may be a small human who has made terrible, terrible mistakes but God keeps on giving me chances to fix them and i can tell my mother i love her everyday and i can hold my friends close and i can make my father laugh, and i think that’s enough reason for me to keep trying
it’s “kashmir baney ga Pakistan” until ajk begins protesting for rights, phir hum sab terrorists ban jaatay hain aur humara internet bandd kardetey hain while they kill our people.
Your heart is not a state secret. You are meant to declare allegiances. You are meant to have favourites. Write the letter. Miss the train. Stay up until dawn talking. You should be caught red-handed loving something, someone.
i have a friend who treats me so well that she doesn’t even know that she’s established a standard for how i let everyone else treat me, and i think that’s beautiful