तेरी निगाहों में मेरा जहाँ कुछ इस कदर समाया

We are desi girls, khandaan ki property is for the brothers but khandaan ki izzat is our responsibility.

We are desi girls, we cry in the bathroom secretly

We are desi girls, we hate our relatives regardless of which side of family they belong to

We are desi girls, we love our father but don't want a husband like him

We are desi girls, we argue with our mothers but also gossip as much

We are desi girls, we think about old school love more than our career

We are desi girls, we say we want a green flag but ironically we end up falling for red flag who resembles our father

We are desi girls, we say we don't want to become like our mother but we still please other people's needs more than our own just like her

We are desi girls, we love kids but we get terrified by the idea of birthing more than two

We are desi girls, we have whole khandaan issues and vice versa

We are desi girls, we say we want princess treatment but end up compromising in the end

We are desi girls, we love our culture and hate it when someone disrespect it

We are desi girls, we want to travel the world but are scared of men approaching us

It's always corporate infrastructure Over the structure of your face

the funniest part of the dbd fandom is that when niko first appeared on screen, none of us actually thought anything was wrong with her. we were just like “oh that’s just the Power of Lesbianism™” and moved on

no matter how hard i try i will always be that little girl wondering why everyone is better friends with eachother than her and begging to be loved

When you become the rage born with the opening of his third eye,

I can only think of the devotion you were at her feet.

And while  the world drowned itself  in that pious  river which flows from his mind,

All along, you love, held its piety in your honeyed voice.

Be the final striking of his feet that stirs the cosmic demise,

Or  be the forbearance in his love that found  her in the other life.

PS: The art credit isn't mine.

Growing up is realizing that you're still the same girl from kindergarten who no one wants to talk to.

My engineering course to me every two minutes :

that’s crazy. I hope your blonde boyfriend dies btw