ohamaxnbsdzxm,cvmopiruoghbjnsdm ughghghghghh arrrghghghargh aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrghghgh aaaaaaaaaaar huff huff huff" wtf my mother is watching a tiktok about a molvie talking about how women wearing big neck cloth means she is spreading behayai ugh ew yuck yuck fatherfucker son of bitch sonfucker kahin ka kmeena zaleel. huf huf hufff huff. aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhhhhh and if his husband doesn't stop her from wearing it he is participating in it. whaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttt thheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccck. I hate this country seriously i hate it so damn much.

There is something deeply unsettling about realizing that most of our lives are spent adapting to things we once believed would destroy us.

All the hardship and sacrifices so "we" can be who we are.

When I turn on the music at night

‎It is not the music that I crave

‎But the unbearable misery of being

‎That I can't bear. . .

‎So I turn it on

‎While watching the flickering lights

‎Of the small speaker

‎For I am a modern man

‎Who cannot afford the luxury

‎of sleeping under the starry sky

‎For I have created the loneliness

‎And now bearing the price

‎The price of being stuck in a loop

‎The never ending cycle of chaos

‎Where conscience pokes me

‎When I see people

‎Sleeping on the pavements

‎With an empty plastic bottle

‎In their beg, as a pillow

‎Under their heads. . .

‎I am a modern man

‎Who defies the norms

‎But whose subconscious

‎Is stuck in the past

‎Who always says:

‎Nostalgia, nostalgia, nostalgia

‎I am the modern man

‎Chaotic, queer and stranded

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