She Was Mai Tera Part Of Kalank But He Was Love Storiyan In Kesariya

okay but imagine charlie dalton meeting francis abernathy?

sometimes thinking that if i work hard enough i could have a wardrobe like harry styles' just keeps me going.

three sad virgins is what i consider a pop perfection

HAPPY MABON !!!

loose, foot loose, put on your fuckin foot loose, feet, foot feet, dance on your fucking feet

since its 11.11, im wishing for mental stability

omg-

OKAY OKAY OKAY SHUT UP what if todd's birthday is really november.....okay okay???? then like its cold...neil's wearing a coat. todd isn't...so neil gives todd his coat...you see what this means????

this means i can connect this to taylor swift!!!! okay so like??? champagne problems right????

so like "november flush and your flannel cure" thats like...saying person b is giving their flannel or whatever to warm up person a during november cold.....

dfnfdjdfdf doesnt make sense but i love the song a lot and fkkdd i did make an edit of if a while back and just wrote this carwreck of a post bc im too lazy to make a fic of this

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.

holy shit. the season 2 of kota factory hits too close. i havent even watched the whole episode but im crying.

also the colours turning back to black and white? poetic cinema. im getting cultish vibes from maheshwari.

moral of the story- give up on your dreams!

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]