Ulu 😀

“Love you 😀
yes, randoom pyaar.”

“iloveyousooooooooooofreakinggodamnjesusiscomingeternalmuch” .. 😛

Wow. Makes sense.

“Because I would rather live my life believing there is a God and die to find out there isn’t, than live my life believing there isn’t a God and die to find out there is.”

About the link. Username. Whatever.

Allthingslove

Shinyglitterystars

 

comfortablynumb.

0 for originality, or creativity (that’s a zero, not an O). Well not for pinkfloyd, theyd get like a hundred on ten <3.

But theres a reason. It’s how I am now. I don’t feel much. Much bhi nai, I don’t feel anthing, almost. I don’t know how to really love, except my family, that’s for sure. I don’t even know how to hate anymore (and thankYOU F.A for taking that away from me-_-). I don’t get jealous, atleast not in the way I used to. Now its just a slight Pang of annoyance and then it’s like whatever. I don’t get possessive either. I never get ecstatically happy. Never full-fledge-my-husband-died-soap-opera-sad either. Excited, yes, about certain things but that’s about it.

Like, if a normal person has a scale of emotions ranging from 1-10, 1 being ready-to-slit-wrist depressed and 10 being maniacally happy, my scale starts at 3 and ends at 7. And feeling anything above or below 4-6 is an achievement.

Its like ‘oh emotion :O..

how you doinnnn ;)?’

seriously. SO? Comfortably numb?

Goal of 5 Posts Completed. Congratulations! ★

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 😀

Him: Like you mean everything you say.

Me:  Yes i do! Almost always. Except when i say i love you to someone.

Him: So you dont love anyone?

Me: Ofcourse i do! Just not that crazy forever wala. Cuz that doesnt exist. Anyone who thinks it does is deluding themselves.

Him: I have to go.

Him: And i love you crazy forever wala :p

The quotes on the side are really good. I want to start posting them. But that’d be the height of unoriginal. Also, i want the ★ next to the bar that i get when i reach my next goal.

Next Goal: 5 Posts            1 to go.

Ta Daaaaaa!

Love.

Love is an abstract concept. But we have got to stop thinking of something that happens only between a guy and a girl. The other day I was out with friends and we went to this store where I saw the prettiest necklace. It had the delicate-est chain and had a LOVE<3 in the center. I showed it to my friend all excited, and she’s all ‘pssfft I don’t believe in this crap anymore’. Then tau I didn’t say anything. But I was thinking later that I should’ve. Love is everywhere. Like me, I love my parents. Sister. Brother.. occasionally. He’s ten.  Most of my extended family. My cat omgomgomgomg. Her kitten. My friends. And I could go onnnn. So for me, love is everywhere. Ooh I love butterflies. And stars. And the MOON 😀 omg. I need a telescope. MHK if by some miracle you’re reading this. I WANT MY TELESCOPE. So then anyway. Shouldn’t everyone believe in love and all its um vastness? How can someone not love anything? Ye tau is very psychotic.

Love is good. And pretty. And funny 😀 sometimes.

Don’t reject love in all its entirety. Even if you’ve had a bad experience or a crap relationship. Give it a chance.

Im so getting that necklace next time ❤

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More.. Meh.

I want to write. Why? Because I cant express myself when I talk. Or I think that people wouldn’t listen, well even if they listened, they’d just be doing it outta courtesy. I think story telling is an art. Like this friend of mine can make ANY story completely hilarious. *myfoothurtslikecrapcuzidroppedabottleofshampooonitinthemorning. Gestures, expressions, dialect, The works. Then there’s me. Aik tau I start talking begrudgingly and then.. I just stop. More often than not, yehi hota hai. But when im writing, I don’t care if someones interested. I get my message across, or vent, whatever, and I don’t have to worry about boring the crap outta people. It’s not like I’m not interesting (pardon the self obsessed comments :P). My life is a regular soap. But I dislike talking about it too much.

I don’t make sense do i. Im not fond of talking about myself and yet here I am, Blogging.

Ukh, Summarizing, for the sake of my own sanity/clarity/satisfaction: I like writing but im not a good storyteller, verbally. I’m awesome. My life has A LOT of drama. I write better than I talk. I think.

Im a sexy ass reader though. My super bomb anthropology sir says so. Well not exactly in those words 😛

Booyeah.