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‘if sherlock is public domain than bbc sherlock—’ NO. I don’t want to hear it. if any of the bitches gonna kiss it’s gotta be them

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Hi! Since you're Bangaldeshi is it okay if someone calls you desi??

yeppp!

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“Tu kya hai, yaar?”

“Jo bhi hoon Tera hi hoon, yaar.”

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me everyday unfortunately

the bengali urge to nap away the afternoon

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Creatives 💫

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the best thing ive seen ever

That one show 😈😇

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look at you, you're gorgeous!

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he wants me so bad (i gaslit myself into thinking he watched a show for me when he probably didn't)

#down bad

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Dear Dhaka, 

I often hear people complain about how we don’t have Starbucks here. What they don’t see is the small shop with Candy Floss written above the door, highlighting hotdogs and burgers in harsh fluorescent lighting that serves the best cold coffee in the world. What they don’t see is the warm, comforting smell of coffee beans that hits you in the face so hard that you almost get whiplash every time you enter a North End. Does Starbucks smell like coffee? Yes, it does. But North End is at home, and no smell of coffee on this earth will smell better than the one at home. People who come to visit you from abroad become slack jawed because we don’t have McDonalds. But we have the familiar yellow of American Burger and BFC that we couldn’t find our home in at McDonalds’ even if we turned the world upside down. 

Your roads will smell of rotting garbage and anger and frustration and will almost always be brimming with traffic. People will stare and say bad things. Commuting will be horrible and slow and inefficient. There will be load shedding. But you’re our home. And dare I say, that even if I will not miss these things, the thought of leaving makes my heart pang with a weird pain. 

I’ve been dreaming of leaving for a long time now. To be on my own and get away from all that overwhelms and frustrates and saddens me here. But you will forevermore be a part of me. You will be where I first met my soulmates. You will be where I made memories, and became a person. You will be the place where I’ve loved and lost and rejoiced and mourned. And for that, my dearest city, I will always love and cherish you. 

     Love, 

M

#dhaka #bangladeshi #desi #brown #dhaka city

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i stopped being their daughter and became their son a long while back, and yet I cannot escape the daughter's curse

and after everything, it's still your parents who hurt you in ways you would've never imagined or can ever fully recover from

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The perfect reading spot, in James’ opinion

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im fr boutta get cancelled for this but SOME marauders stans...(never jily or wolfstar though)

https://twitter.com/paintedrecs/status/1639610323580899328

#wolfstar #jily #marauders #the marauders #marauders era

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hello guys reminding everyone that i am, indeed, still obsessed with them

So sorry for neglecting you guys, as you can see I had something to work on! A merthur commission!

#merthur

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dick grayson has been pegged by every single person he has been with.

#dick grayson #kory anders #barabra gordon #nightwing #starfire #batgirl #robin #batman #dc

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the lakes

The rose shed its petals like blood gushing from an open wound. There was a grassy knoll, a few steps away, curtained with dark green vines and wisteria the colour of wine that cut it away from the world. Sitting there, I could still hear the river rushing outside, tall grass speckled with water from where the river gnashed up against the rocks on the banks, spraying everything with white foam. The grey skies rumbled, and so did my heart. It ached now. Of love. Love forgotten, like pieces of paper, torn up and thrown away. I remembered wrapping my hand around his, pulling him, heart full of hope. Hope was a thing of fantasy and dreams. I knew now, and the realisation made my stomach twist. It started raining then. It sounded like music. Like happiness and sadness and the bitter taste of leaving. It cajoled my heart to let it out, to feel its pain like it needed to, and only when thunder struck, and my heart leapt, did my tears rain down as well. 

#the lakes #taylor swift #folklore

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id die for op's art actually

i feel really normal about them :)

#soc #kanej #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #six of crows #shadow and bone #s&b #sab #the crows

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The 0 notes was humbling enough no need to make it stand out more by circling it