gonna try
scottpilgrimspreciouslittlelife:
OMG WHAT THE FUCK I JUST GOT MORE FOLLOWERS ALREADY
JHDSJFHDJ I went from 27 to 226 :3
Wow, didn’t think this would work, thanks man
i only got 20 followers so far :(
52 hehehe
can I reblog this more than once lololol
Last time I did one of these I gained like 70 followers, LET’S DO THIS SHIT
LOLOLOL WTF IS THIS
this works!
this is amazing; i went from 734 to 897 damn ;)
i gained more than 300 followers
holy shit it works. reblog and click the picture. then click yes. my lord.
wtf 200 followers, okay this is fucked
fuck i just gained like 150.
OMG THIS WORKS NO JOKE WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK
(via 0nceinabluemoon)
Meri chhaaon ka ab yahi muqaddar hai,
Kabhi tumhaari bhi saath hoti thi, ab yaadon ka samandar hai….
Mohtaaji
Lafzon ki is paheli me hum yun khoye hue hain,
Ki is zindagi ki berehmi bhi yun hi seh jaaye,
Ab to zabaan bas waqt ki mohtaaj hai,
Kab wo tehre, aur hum alvida keh paayen…
रोज़ उठती है तेरी याद इन आखोँ में, फिर ढलती है मेरे लबों पर आसूं बनकर!! (Your memories start everyday in my eyes, and they end on my lips as tears!)
Ab to pighal gaya hai har jazbaat mera, dard bas gaya hai saugat bankar….
— (via uliveinmyheart)
Yun to samundar ki gehrayi bhi naap leti hai duniya,
zara is dil ke zakhmo ko naap ke to batao,
haq jataakar jo aansu khoyen hain,
unhe wapas lakar to batao…
Ye zubaan ek lafz ko taras gayi thi,
un dino ki raunak ko lautaao,
haq ki kyun baat karte ho humse,
un zalimon se zara mera dil to le aao…….
Karta hun bas ek hi iqtila aapse,
mujhme wo nami wo nazakat le aao,
kadmon tale jo kuchal gaye mere haq ko,
un zalimon se mera pyaar to le aao,
Unse mera haq to le aao.
Passion is what life is.
Sexiness at its best. For those thinking about the legs, I am talking more about the feel of the water and the intent of the photographer to capture the splash.
(via 0nceinabluemoon)
Haste
I turned over the leaf of my calender about 25 mins back. And with that I ended 24 complete hours. I ended, thousands of seconds that I let pass by, idling on the couch or sprawling on the bed. And all of this, suddenly has begun to pinch. Confined by the daily worries, we hardly seem to pay attention to the time we simply waste. For instance, being a readomaniac, my passion for books never died. However, these days I hardly throw a glance at the best releases around me. Actually, I hardly know any! And flipping over the calender leaf, I wonder. Why is that I dont have the slightest idea of the major releases? What is it that is preventing my to explore, to open up? To get out and reach for the skies?
The resonance of unavailability of time is deafening. And I want to learn. I want to read. I want to listen to music. There’s so much of what I want. With every new calender leaf, a new haste begins. Towards terminating the haste with which life slams itself on my face.
