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i don't know if anyone can relate, but i'm so tired of not seeing a familiar face. it's like i'm going crazy, and i really just need to see a recognisable face amidst a crowd once. it's not a longing or yearning, i'm not actively devastated. but i am gravely exhausted and lonely. call it international student blues, but walking in and out of that airport alone? it's so shitty. maybe it was this september in manchester, when this 5'3 lanky girl kept fumbling her trolley of four suitcases and a handbag, while her phone rings with the uber driver's calls relentlessly. as she approached the arrival gate there were so many people lined up waiting for someone, families and lovers alike. this person standing with a bouquet of flowers mistook her for whoever he was waiting for and called her out by a strangers name, then he apologised with an embarrassed smile and left. i'm starting to hate this feeling, of never having something familiar and my own. maybe one day i'll have it but it's getting really shite lol

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what happens in ohio

love when you go to the club and the DJ sets the water level up high and everyone starts swimmin

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This is your captain speaking and yeah we’re not landing. I just feel like we’ve got a really good thing up here and I don’t want to ruin it. This is my home and you are my people

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they used to do nothing to me back in the morally neutral lab. it sucked

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guy who wins at poker not by being stoic but by bursting into tears every time he looks at his cards, just full hysterical breakdown every round and you gotta peer through the void of theatre kid problems to figure it out

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and this is why natsume yuujinchou remains ever superior

forcing every character into romance or found family ruins character discussion imo

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allah maaf karein ki hum bhi kabhi yaad rakne ki bhi kabil hojye

M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

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she jack off my trades till im master of none

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Behkana?

Bina bole jo nazar keh jaaye

Haule haule dil ko dil se milaye

Jaane jaana mujhe behka na

Duaaon mein sadaayein thi

Sadaaon mein na tha koi

Chhuaa jo garm saanson ne

Laga yun ho silaah koi

Labon pe ilteza aayi

Asar leke wafaa aayi

Dil musaafir darbadar

Kis dagar pe hai laayi

i am convinced and adamant in my standpoint that love can only sprout out of a co incidence left unnoticed in the past which prevails in future, or an expulsion out of an irreversible life altering incident that makes someone’s presence around you inevitable, instead of compatibility or “omg i think he’s cute,” alone, that’s like the least important bit. and i think we should stop making feelings so easy peezy breezy, so you’ve every right to refuse from commitment if you guys didn’t meet in the rain, or a love letter wasn't folded somewhere between the pages of a book of your favourite aisle in your favourite library for you to find. i’m drafting a wip of DU students leading up to the language movement 1948 to 1952, and there is a slight romantic arc which is so special to my heart. salaar and inaya meet at the rooftop. the patterns of inaya's pashmina shawl with which she covers her face, sneaking out of the hostel. the torn stitch of delicate chikankari embroidery on salaar's sleeve when the bangles get caught against the fabric. the crumpled up prothom alo's volume from the previous year lying on the floor. air which smells of shiuli in yet another october night. i don’t understand what happened to bela shuncho and robe nirobe kind of affection, are you truly meant to be if the digits belonging to your partner’s landline number are not scratched up on your rotary dial, and you haven’t smiled through the sting of their gifted churiyaan scraping against your wrist? true love belongs to tea stalls, between traffic lights and jasmines, terraces, the pages and annotations of both your favourite novels, and sitting by the telephone.

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first post

hi, i've been looking forward to rejoining tumblr for quite some time now and i had all these ideas of what i'd like to post but my mind immediately went blank a few seconds ago. but, so

this is taffy and i. everyone, meet taffy :) this blog is going to be my diary of some sorts. i'm aspiring to keep it entertaining for everyone, my life's absolute chaos but it makes for everyone's free amusement so there is that i'd suppose. finally, i'm taha, and i hope this will be fun

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i love this

I told my students they're allowed to be creative and don't have to be factual when writing about themselves in German because I keep getting questions like "what if I don't have roommates or what if I don't have hobbies" and I'm like guys just make something up! Have fun! I won't fact check you!

So now I am grading homework where a student is claiming to be from North Korea and his hobby is tax fraud

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