my mom is sick (not swine.)
and...
i lost my camera ;-;
I had a personal attachment to my out-dated nixon cool-pix.


When People Ask...When People Ask About HomeWhen People Ask...
When people ask about home, I am silent. I have no words to let them hear the way the first drops of monsoon
drum upon the parched heart of Lahore.
When people ask about home, I am bewildered. I have no idea how to make them smell the sweetness of methi in July,
the yellowbrightness of its smile.
When people ask about home, I am ashamed. I think about the woman in the Gucci
sunglasses who called Mukhtaraan Mai
attention-hungry, I mean, poori dunya ko batana zaroori hai
I was raped? Seriously, yaa
Magic Forest
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I LIKE MY COFFEE BLACK JUST LIKE MY METAL
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Check her out~ She's awesome~!
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-comes over here and watches you-
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Friends are the family you choose, not the ones you're given.
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Thank you so much for visitng my gallery and favoriting something from me! I really appreciate the fact you liked something of mine enough to +fav it!
Grazie again!! I am very flattered! >3<!!
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I love your gallery!
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Maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand.
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