It’s strange how for many of us, our privilege to fly was in fact earned for us by others who complied to stay.
Way out of dreams
Ah the good songs and places and things people ruin for us
Remember when you were a kid and fell sick? The whole world just reduced to a bed-ridden little you wrapped in blankets and your mother who sat by your bed and attended to you 24×7, who showed up by your side every 2 hours with oranges, ORS and medicine while you ate and drank everything…
“When I have kids, I’m going to raise them in the forest until they’re like 8-9 years old, then introduce them to urban society and ask them to pick between the two the life they’d like to live. I’d give them choice, not the illusion of it.” “I’m not a fan of civilization myself,” says…
I have heard and I’ve known it’s true When you see someone happy You want a bite And you’d expect the happiness would multiply But really you only care Until you’ve eaten it all up I don’t think I have any happiness left You can leave now
20 November 2017 – A rainy evening Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah they were all yellow I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called “Yellow”
If they tell you you were the best and the rasam-est kid ever, they’re lying. That kid was me.
So save the sugarcoated BS for another day, another soul And I’ll take your compliment with a smile
Give me some credit for being ‘strong’ – I’ve lived with this for a while.
Day 1 – “I’m just feeling a little tired, and a lot sleepy in the afternoon” Day 2 – “Just a little tired” Rest of the week – “Oh I’m killing this. Guess I’m just one of those people that can live on 3 hours of sleep a day. I KNEW IT!” Saturday – *collapses*…