#lapet lo

[vellhighbandi]

Sharma mai chawal dho rhi thi or mere dimag m ye khyal aya ki kya kabhi koi asa din ni gya jab pura sansar khush ho sab hase ho maukurae ho

Kuki ab to tyohar par bhi logo k rape ho rhe h log mar Rey h un dino m bhi tab Puri duniya khush rehni chahiye :)

Itni gehri baatein kaise keh jaati ho... Hum bhi Holi par soch rhe the... Aaj sare log khush hai par main nhi hu... Phir realise hua sirf India me log khush hai... Phir laga nhi, pura India bhi khush nhi hai... Phir hum soche saari duniya kab khush hogi? New year pe? Nahi koi na koi to dukhi hota hi hai... Duniya mayus hone ke kayi wajah degi... Par khushi to chhote chhote lamho me hume hi dhundni padegi... Jaise yahan. Hum khush hote hai jab apne chote se dabbe me Tumblr ki ye choti se duniya kholti hu, tab khush hoti hu main... Jab exam khatam hone baad jaakar gaale par jaati hu apne un dosto ke jinko shyaad in exams ke baad kabhi na dekhu, khush hoti hu us waqt. Jab school me se kisiko msg aata hai Sharma samjha de yaar, kal fail ho jayenge, halki si muskaan aajati hai chehre par. Jab kitchen me mere khane ki thali saji milti hai accha lagta hai. Jab subah bed ke bagal me ek paani ki bottle rakhi milti hai, dil sacchi hasta hai. Jab meri kisi stupid si baat par stupid sa reply aata hai ek second ke liye hi sahi par khushi hoti hai! Aur shayad in choti khushiyo me hi zindagi hai.

Okay jyada emotional ho gye. Modiji saari duniya ko khush to nhi kar sakte hum, par apne logon ko aisi choti choti khushiyan zarur de sakte hai... To kyu na choti baato se hi shuru kare?

Be the change you want to see in the world

Aisa hi kuch tha na wo qoute

[itsskay]

List 5 songs you like to listen to, then publish this and send this ask to the last 5 people in your notifs <3🎶

Hiiee, thanks for asking this question <3

Picking just 5 songs is soo damn hardd, in gonna give you a list

Okay let’s see though according to my mood these days it would be and some of my all time favourites

Plus a bonus here !!

Some others might be ‘Ek Din Aap’, ‘Ishq hua kaise hua’, ‘Hothon Se Chhu Lo Tum’, ‘Jaisa Mera Tu’ etc and A LOT OF PUNJABI SONGS, it’s an entire playlist…😭😭

Oh oh and for some reason ‘Lazy Lamhe’ is a fav these days

I do have playlists for English songs too but they cannot be my all time favs ifykyk

(P.S. the second task done ☑️)

[sleepypodusa]

Pussy & Pooch & ... Dragons?!! Malibu & Royalty are two very lucky Bearded Dragons! Xmas came early for them when their Daddio treated them to a new ride... the Sleepypod Air in *royal* violet is fitting for this beautiful duo dontcha think?  - photo with permission from Pussy & Pooch Pet Lifestyle Center California: Downtown Los Angeles and Belmont Shore.

[adultstories4u]

Ye story jo ke mai share kar raha hu wo bilkul sacchi hai aur names bhi real hai

So Hi mera name ankit hai aur mai 20 saal ka hu aur bhopal ke ek middle class family me rhene wala hu mai apne mom dad ke sath rheta hu aur part 2 study karta hu Now mai apni mom dad ka intro karta hu mere dad ka name akshay hai aur wo banker hai age 53 aur meri mom sushila jo ke house wife hai aur unka age 51 aur ek typical Indian mom hai halki si healthy pyari aur bhut sundar hai . Wo hamara bhut ache se khyal rakti hai aur mai unhe bhut manta hu

Toh ek din ke baat hai wo regular sa din tha aur wo din tha 26 February. Subhe 9:30 tak dad apne office ke lia chale gaye aur mai aur mom ghar me the us time mere college me fest ke preparation ke karan classes nahi ho rahe to ghar me he tha. Mom apne ghar ke kaam me busy ho gaye aur mai sitting hall me baithe hue PUBG khel raha tha. And kareeb 12:00 ke aas pass mom ne ghar ke sab kaam khatm kar li aur sofe pe rest kar rihi thi fir mom ne bola “acha mai jati hu nahane uske baad tu jana nahane ko” mai ne bola “tik hai”. Jaise mai ne bataya hamara ghar jyada bada nahi hai to ek he common bathroom hai. Toh mom nahane ko chali gaye aur 15 20 mins ke baad naha ke nikili aur wo towel lapet ke nikili kyoki meri mom nahane time bas towel le ke jati hai aur fir baad me room me jaa kar kapde phenti hai. Mom naha ke nikli aur mujhe boli “jaa tu bhi naha le ab” toh mai ne bola “jata hu tore der me” fir mom room me chali gaye.

Sex stories: My hot sister renu part-4. Meri mom door close rak kar dress change nahi karti bas curtain laga ke rakti hai kyoki wo utna concerned nahi ye sab se kyoki ghar me mai mom aur dad he rhete hai. 3-4 mins ke baad mom ke phone pe call aya to jo sitting room me he raka hua tha to mom ne muje bola “dekho kon call kia hai baat kar lo” tb dekha to new number se call aya tha and mai fir bina pick kia jaldi se mom ko dene ke lea room me ye bolte ghus gaya ke koi new number hai and ittna me he mai ne jo deka usse mai hakka bakka rah gaya. Mom mirror ke taraf face kar k puri nangi jhuki hui thi aur leg me tel laga rihi thi unka bada sa mota gool sa 38 size ka gaand clear mere aakho ke samne tha aur kyoki wo jhuki hui thi to unka gaand ka tight ched aur chut ka partition bikul saaf saaf mere aakho ke samne tha aur. Jaise ke mai bolte hue ghusa aur ye dekha mom bhi jaldi sa aaah awaz nikal kar chauk gaye aur quick reaction wala upar uth kar palat gaye mere taraf to mai ne fir jo deka wo koi jannat se kaam nahi tha mom ke gol gol 34 ki do do light brown chuchi jhul rihi thi aur wo dark brown nipples oh my god what a melons fir unki tummy aur naval aur waist me black thread fir niche unki halki hairy chut dek ke meri heartbeat ruk he gayi thi mom ekdum sexy aur hot angel lag rihi thi unka wet baal unko aur bhi kahi jyada sexy bana dia tha bilkul desi porn me jo bhabhi log rheti hai waisi. And wo sub kuch itta sudden hua mom apne hand se chuchi aur chut ko chipane ke koisis ki fir jaldi se towel utha kar khud ko dhak li, mere hath me phone ring ho he raha tha mai halki nervous awaz me mom ko “ye lo” kar ke phone dia aur jaldi se apne room ko bhaga aur mirror ke samne khade ho gaya, meri heartbeat ekdum fast ho gaya tha aur haath pair kaamp rehe the aur khud ko mirror me dekh raha tha aur ye jo mai ne avi dekha soch kar mera lund pura tight ho gaya aur lund ko masalne laga. Ye jo bhi kuch hua muskil se 5-6 second ka incident tha but jo bhi hua mere mind me aisa photocopy ho gaya ke kavi nahi mere mind se erase hoga.

Sex stories: First time she plays with her son Fir kuch 10 mins baad mom room se dress pehen kar bahar aye aur mujhe awaz dia aur bola “tu nahane ko nahi gaya ab tak” mai bola “nahi nahunga bhookh lag rihi hai” to mom kitchen ke taraf jate boli “acha tik aao khana lene”. Mai kitchen ghusa mera abhi bhi heartbeat fast tha mom kahana nikali aur mai le ke sofa pe baith gaya fir mom bhi apna khana le ke aye aur hum khane lage. Mom ne muje dek kar kaha “tu abhi jo kuch hua use soch raha hai na mai janti hu”. Mai mom ko dekhte hue sorry bola wo bilkul bhi tensed ya shocked nahi dikhi fir usne kaha “isme teri koi galti nahi hai ye jo bhi hua sab achanak se hua hai” ye bol kar wo khane lagi aur ye sun kar mai relaxed hua. Jab khana hua to mom ne kaha “aaj mt nahana late ho gayi hai” to mai ne haan bola aur apne room me chala gaya aur mom kitchen me.

Advertisements Apne room me jane ke baad mai leet gaya aur fir mera lund bhi khada ho gaya aur mai jo bhi abhi hua usse soch kar hilane laga aur mera meri mom ke lia nazariya badal gaya. Mom ke behavior me koi change nahi aya bas unke face pe spark sa aa gaya but ab mera mind mere mom ke lea pura change ho gaya tha. Mai apni mom ko ab dusre nazar se dekhne laga tha.

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[ravimishrame]

Hm bhool rhe hai ki Chaand ab bhi hai aur Chaandni ab bhi hai..

Wo tha kya ya bas kahaaniya hai ?

Aaj koi roya, meri maano aankhe chamak uthi. Aaj maine kisi k aangan me aag lgai hai. Hme nhi pta hm maafi maang paayenge ki nhi kal. Pir baba raham kro.

Bhagwaan Buddha hm to hasna bhool gye. Hme kuchh dikha nhi, hm kuchh sun nhi rhe hai, hm kuchh mahsoos nhi kar rhe hai. Dimagi haalat kaafi chhil chuki hai. Kuchh baaton ko jubaan pe laa nhi sakte wo aankho me tairti rhi hai. Mere sakal me koi bheriya ghoom rha hai. Hm saayad kisi ko aaj tak pyar nhi de paaye. Meri rooh kisi or(disha) se hmesa gaaliyaa sunti rhegi. Hm kaise khare ho paayenge ? Ab jitna bikharna tha bikhar gye ab hm doosro ko bikher rhe hai. Wo kal pta chalega ki kise aur kitna bikhera gya. Logo ko aapse biswaas uth jaayega Baba.. Log rooh se kaalikh me lapete jaa rhe the. Khaakh bhi nhi bachega kal khaane ko. Ek hasi aapke dar par muskura rhi hai use apna lo hme chhor do. Hm apne jindgi k aakhir me aapko dekhne aayenge..

Hm ruk rhe hai, par rooh ko sab yaad rhega..

#Aanchal..

Bhole Nath..

[greenjaydeep]

patto mujhe lapeT lo apnī ridāoñ meñ , maiñ vo daraḳht huuñ jise kuchh bhī nahīñ milā - #maratibakhtar (at Durgapur, West Bengal) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvx8ScvAR4p/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15w35fzni0siy

[myyearofgivingdaily]

A sacred space

One of my favorite things about working at the University of Michigan is that my engineer Dad graduated from U-M in 1949. He turned 94 on Father’s Day and remains to this day a true “Michigan Man.” Dignified. Well-spoken. Classy.

As a veteran of World War II and a beneficiary of the GI Bill, my Dad was able to pivot from a potential future working in an auto plant to an actual future designing auto plants. The University of Michigan, by way of the U.S. military, unleashed and nurtured his natural aptitude and ambition. And for the next 70 years, my Pop would be (and still is) an ideal “brand ambassador” for the U.

Here he is, one of the few college students with a car in 1949.

Last July my siblings and I expedited the Herculean task of moving my parents out of their idyllic three-bed, three-bath, skylit home near St. Augustine, Fla., into a one-bed, one-bath apartment in Grand Blanc, Mich. I’ll spare you the emotional rollercoaster regarding ill-timed broken hips, overnights in hospital recliners, and the early stages of dementia. Cut and paste a little family drama, thousands of air miles, and the cluster that is health care, and you get the picture.

What I will say is this: That iconic Block M illuminating my Dad’s “Go Blue!” life now serves as a beacon of mental clarity in his final, somewhat foggy years. The brilliant simplicity of that one-letter logo imprinted on his psyche has come to anchor a century’s worth of memories, facts, experiences, and relationships swirling around my dad’s aging head.

He’ll talk about standing at the very top of Michigan Stadium sometime in the ‘40s and pelting Ohio State fans with tomatoes before a football game. He remembers an engineering professor who steered him away from aerospace and into the civil sphere (something about a plane that would never get off the ground). And he worshipped the grass on which legendary football coach Bo Schembechler stomped.

On a sunny day in mid-2014, a 90-something alumnus named Jack Gartner cold-called me at Michigan Today, the publication I produce for Michigan alumni. Jack wondered if I’d ever written about the postwar era in U-M history when enrollment jumped from 12,000-21,000 students between 1945-48. Campus housing was at a premium, so many of those GIs, including Jack and my Dad, lived off campus in the barracks of a defunct bomber plant named Willow Run.

Jack’s and I became fast friends over the phone and email. He regaled me with tales of motorcycle rides and a girl with “a fantastic figure” serving chow in the mess hall. Jack clearly was a mixer, the magnetic personality around which a pack of lifelong friends coalesced. He sent me pictures of his crew -- that’s him on the far left, lingering around the girls’ dorm. Forever the flirt, Jack asked me to send him my photo as well.

Jack reminded me regularly that he and my Dad were in “God’s waiting room” so I shouldn’t wait too long publish. I took his advice and planned the piece for Veterans Day 2014. When I sat down to actually write a story, I interviewed Jack’s last living college pal, Norm LaPeters, as well. (He’s next to Jack, above.) I also interviewed my Dad’s old friend and U-M grad “Chick” Frey, who had lived near my parents in the married units at Willow Run with his wonderful wife, Connie. The highlight, of course, was interviewing my Dad.

Though the conditions at Willow Village were austere at best, “We thought it was great,” he told me. “Those were fun years. Happy years. We painted our place. We had a little coal bin right outside the door. The stove made the house smell good.”

And like any good engineer-in-training, when the icebox continually overflowed, my Dad “drilled a hole in the floor and put a funnel under there.”

Each morning and evening, the GIs took the bus to Ann Arbor. (Even though my Pop had a car, there was no student parking on campus.)

Alas, none of my Dad’s children followed in his engineering footsteps or attended his alma mater. I chose Michigan State University, aka “little brother” per Michigan alumni. (Yeah, whatever. Go Green!) I think this Spartan-in-training trashed the U-M application midway through. After all, MSU had an excellent journalism program and I was fortunate to know early in life that I wanted to be a professional writer.

Things have worked out OK, I have to say. After a satisfying run in the corporate sector, I sought employment as a writer-editor in higher ed. So when I got an editorial job at U-M, my Wolverine Dad was really proud. I finally got in!

As I approach my 10-year work anniversary, I have come to view the university (lower-case, generic) as a “sacred space” for the kids who seek a college degree. It’s a haven where for four years (or more…) one can develop a clear sense of self. One might discover new talents, new interests, new passions. One might find a spouse, change careers, or align with a life-changing mentor.

Today I am fortunate that my workplace, the University of Michigan, really is a Sacred Space. Amid the rigors of each work day, I make it a point to quiet my mind at some point and wonder, “Did Dad grip this same door handle on the Union? Did he eat lunch in this little alcove? Where did he wait to catch the bus?”

Over the years, Michigan’s fundraising pros have amassed billions of dollars from proud alumni and donors, including faculty and staff. I always have balked at the idea that an employee should be expected to contribute their hard-earned dough to “THE MAN.” But this little exercise has enlightened me to the fact that I do owe the University my thanks, and dare I say it, a financial donation is in order. (At least my money is green and white.)

After all, I am so blessed to share this sacred maize and blue space with my beloved Dad -- and get paid to do it! I love him so much that once or twice, this Michigan State Spartan has even said the words, “Go Blue!”

About this blog: Causes and Effect: My Year of Giving Daily, was started in 2013 by entertainment and culture journalist Melinda Newman, who made daily donations to a wide variety of nonprofits and wrote about her experience. USA Today music writer, Brian Mansfield, took on this monumental task in 2014. This year, 12 individuals will contribute, each taking over the blog for one month.  

About Deborah Holdship: Deborah Holdship is the editor of Michigan Today, a digital alumni magazine distributed monthly to some 300,000 alumni of the University of Michigan. She also produces a podcast called “Listen in, Michigan” about U-M history and happenings. For many years, she worked as an entertainment journalist in Los Angeles (with the byline Deborah Russell) at Billboard, LAUNCH, and Yahoo. After 20 years in sunny So-Cal, Holdship returned “home” to Michigan, where she lives happily with her husband/musician, Barry; their dog, Charles; and a kooky cat named Brando.

[kunalkarankapoor]

WHEN KUNAL MET MOHAN

Mohan's house in Juna Mohalla. He's packing his backpack.

Guru: Ja kahaan rahe ho? Mohan (putting a torch and binoculars in his bag): Kunal naam ka ek celeb lapata hai. Guru: Achha achha. Choohe ke bil mein rehta hoga. Tabhi torch aur doorbeen leke ja rahe ho. Hoon. Mohan: Tu nahin samjhega. Rehne de. Guru: Yey bandook-proof vest pehen lo. Mohan: Abe, ek actor se milne ja raha hoon, Dawood Ibrahim se nahin. Guru: Pata hai. Par yey celebs bahut moody hote hein. Tum par bottle ya glass phenk diya toh? Hoon? Phir kya karoge? Mohan: Bak-bak bandh kar aur chai bana.

Guru brings him a cup of tea. Mohan gulps it down and leaves.

Couple of hours later he's ringing a doorbell. Kunal opens the door. Mohan is shocked to see his lookalike... blinks... shakes his head... stares at Kunal.

Mohan (mutters): Lagta hai Guru ne aaj chai mein daaru mila di... Kunal: Yes? Mohan: Arre yaar, tum ghar par aish kar rahe ho? Saare fans tumhare gayab hone se kitne pareshaan hein, pata bhi hai?

Kunal ushers him into the house and they both sit down in the living room.

Kunal: Can I offer you something? Rangmunch chocolates? Bhindi? Beer? Mohan: No thanks. Mai sirf sarso ka tel peeta hoon.

Mohan takes out a notebook from his bag.

Mohan: I have some questions from your fans. Kunal: Ok. Mohan: Aapke fans jaanna chahte hein - when are you going to quit smoking? Kunal: Umm... When I have a daughter. Mohan: Sunnn na. Kyun apne fans ko khaali-peeli mein lapet raha hai? Sabko pata hai teri abhi shaadi nahin hui. Pehle ladki patayega, phir shaadi banayega, tab jaake daughter hogi. Aur daughter ki jagah sons huye toh?

Kunal sticks out his tongue and grins.

Mohan: Next ques... Favourite place to holiday? Kunal (running his fingers through his hair): Goa. Mohan: Ahh... fish aur feni. Toh yey hai tumhari ghani zulfon ka raaz... Coming back to the questions - ek aisi jagah, where you really want to go. Kunal: North Pole. Mohan: North Pole? Wahaan toh bahut thand hoti hogi. Mai Mumbai mein May ke maheene mein jacket pehenta hoon, wahaan toh jamm jaunga. Kunal: Jacket in May? You're kidding.

Mohan scribbles in his notebook - Observation - speaks mostly in English. Deduction - convent- educated.

Mohan: You want to ask me anything? Kunal: I envy you. You have such amazing kids, you're happily married... Mohan: Arre yaar, tu iss jhamele mein kabhi matt padhna. Shaadi karega, pachtayega. Kapde phatt jayenge, kangaal ho jayega. T-shirt se kache pe aa jayega. Kunal: Really? That bad? Mohan: Haan na. Par mai teri tarah celeb bhi nahin banna chahta. Kunal: Kyun? Mere paas gaadi hai, yey cool apartment hai, canon camera hai, tumhare paas kya hai? Mohan: Mere paas...(his Adam's apple moves) yellow shoe laces hein.

Mohan gives Kunal a smug look and raises his brows. Kunal looks at his laces and pouts.

Mohan: Apne bachpan ke baare mein kuch? Kunal: Bachpan mein mai bahut bhaagta tha. Mohan: Ab bhi toh bhaag hi rahe ho... apne fans se? Kunal: Naah... Honestly, they are like my extended family. Mohan: Tumhari extended family ne message bheja hai - "Teri yaadein, Meghan ki mulakatein, TV ke saamne woh raatein... Teri adayen, muskurahaten, ab humko yaad aayen... Wapas aa jao, hamare screens pe, tum sada, wapas aa jao..." Kunal: I'LL BE BACK!

Hansa

[vellhighbandi]

Question of the day sharma ji

The answer to this very commonly asked question isn't that deep or introspective. It's just a matter of perspective...

See the thing is, there is very small subset of men like this, who get sad, not over a relationship they ruined, but over the loss of their personal punching bag. The one whom they love bomb for a day and then vent their frustrations the rest of the month. And the fact of matter is, there are a lot of young girls out there (their prime targets) who haven't yet realised their self worth, nor have they been appreciated enough to not fall for the traps of these "men".

Bas itna hi gyaan dete hai warna jitne do chaar dost bane hai Tumblr par vo bhi aakar gaali de jayenge. Block aur report ho jayenge vo alag.

[tendtopretends]

Nonversation

Cuma mau share dikit tentang apa yg gue temuin di salah satu buku di Gramedia tadi.

Itu judul bukunya. Nonversation.

Njir. Dari judulnya aja pikiran gue langsung oleng trus nabrak ke kondisi gue sama orang itu sekarang ini. Yang emang gak ada lagi percakapan apapun sejak hari itu. Hari terakhir gue di kota itu.

Yang tadinya intense conversation, turned out to be NONversation.

LAPET EMANG UGH

Dan salah gue yang kedua adalah, gue pake balik badanin itu buku sehingga terpampang jelas lah sinopsisnya yang singkat padat bangkai itu.

Nonversation (n.) : when nothing becomes everything.

Lapet kuadraaaaaat oleng lagi kapal gue. Gue nerjemahinnya tu kek gini. "Nothing" ialah keadaan sekarang, yang udah gak kontekan, gak saling sapa, gak peduli, balik badan, pokoknya we have nothing left anymore. Dan muncullah kata "... becomes everything". Meeeeen gimana bisa yang tadinya nol jadi sejuta? Yang tadinya kosong jadi penuh? This word "everything" for me means clarity bro. Kejelasan.

Kita yang sekarang sudah berakhir.

Everything means kita yang kek gini tuh udah menjelaskan segalanya; berakhir, bubar, berpaling, meninggalkan, pergi, menghindar, melupakan.

S.e.g.a.l.a.n.y.a.

Kamvret gak? Padahal gue blum baca isinya loh, ini baru cover doang.

Hatiiiiii oooh hatiii. Kamu berubah tu gak pernah permisi gitu lo :")

[jhonybolivar]

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[vellhighbandi]

He always says to me be more mature be mature u are suck a kid I m mature more than any girl he have met till now but still :)

Okay anon idk why you think I'm someone qualified enough for advice here... Come gimme a hug and if wanna me to talk about it... see he has not lived your life. Most probably he barely know the summary of your life. He hasn't faced anything you do everyday. Don't let his words affect you. You know yourself the best.

I mean yeah being mature is good. But children are the happiest creatures in the face of earth why you give up being a child to be a stuck up kharus (that's the kind of maturity people usually expect, ya know, no smiles, resting bitch face, grumpy, judgemental eyes kind)

Be what makes you happy. Don't listen to these duffers. Be different. Be you!

[vellhighbandi]

He never text me first but talks to me whenever I text him should I text him or no ? To wish happy holi?

See. You should text him but don't carry the conversation on your own. Some people just feel awkward initiating a conversation if it feels like he's one of those