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the desi urge to randomly to be decked up in bridal attire

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feeling exactly how charlie felt in that scene today

zamindari was formally abolished in Bengal about 70 years ago but dudes will still seriously brag about being the "zAmiNdar hOuse's eldEst sOn"and these guys always turn out to be complete imbeciles. like nobody gives a rat's ass about you being a 'zamindar' back in your village home. y tf u so proud that your ancestors were feudal lords who exploited peasants???

#knox overstreet and Other Things That Ruined My Life: An Autobiography by uttermonstrosity

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soo since its teacher's day i decided to text my fav teacher. she used to be my french teacher before she moved to Quebec.(i swear she is literally a ray of sunshine, she changed my life, she is my keating) so i was telling her about how things are dreadful here in Dhaka and that im fliping out over my igcse exams. then she said that she knows whatever the situation is i can handle it and she just instantly lifted my mood. like yes, now im energized. im always in awe of how easily she always makes me feel better. im just so grateful to her. wish there were more teachers who really make a difference.

bengalis also got it bad :(((

you think you can hurt me? im the eldest daughter of a filipino household who gets shamed if their once high grades goes down a bit and gets scolded if you aren't able to do chores because you're studying.

im convinced that Neil Perry was the muse behind The Beatles' Here Comes the Sun

i think the reason i love dead poet’s society so much is just how it portrays this ideal teenage experience. getting up to mischief in the late hours of the night. a big band of friends you can mess around with. and discovering your own sense of individuality in a world where you conform or die. and then there’s this brilliant teacher who cares so much that he changes these kids lives. and it’s just beautiful.

and what’s most sad is how all this is ripped away from the characters and the viewers. in the end the merry times are but a memory. the band of friends grows and falls apart. and it shows how there’s the sense of you have to grow up and those childhood days have to be left behind.

i love it because there’s this life that i want captured on television, and it makes me sad that i can’t reach this ideal. then i feel a little better when i see that even this ideal can’t be met or sustained really. but it’s heartbreaking to think that i can’t have that. that all these brilliant things that happen just fall apart.

[and i know this isn’t really what the story is about but it’s what i see when i look at it]