Just going to go to bed early by reading myself to sleep, and not worrying about schoolwork until tomorrow morning.

Just going to go to bed early by reading myself to sleep, and not worrying about schoolwork until tomorrow morning.

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maatangi:

watch old bollywood movies with me so i know it’s real

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Lata Mangeshkar & Mukesh – Kabhi Kabhi Mere Dil Mein Khayal Aata (195 plays)

musical-relief:

Kabhi Kabhi Mere Dil Mein Lata Mangeshkar & Mukesh

Sometimes I have this feeling in my heart,

it’s like you were made especially for me,

before now you were wandering among the stars,

but you were called to the ground just for me,

you were called down to the ground just for me

This song is late 90’s late all-day/night road trips around Pakistan…

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amu-baqi:

when you refuse to look at your bank account balances and pretend like everything is ok

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marieantoinete:

Patterns by William Morris, part I.

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I’ve been reading Half-Blood Prince again because I didn’t feel like buying/getting a book from the library (and I only own the last two HP books). I have read this book so many times that its pages are stained from what I was eating/drinking throughout the years. But I look forward to certain lines and things that still seem as exciting and clever as they did eight years ago. 

red-lipstick:

Pedro Ruiz (b. 1957, Bogotá, Colombia)      Paintings: Acrylics, Resin on Canvas

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And under here, Hedwig”—Harry pulled open a door under the stairs—“is where I used to sleep; You never knew me then— Blimey, it’s small, I’d forgotten… .” 
Harry looked around at the stacked shoes and umbrellas, remembering how he used to wake every morning looking up at the underside of the staircase, which was more often than not adorned with a spider or two. Those had been the days before he had known anything about his true identity; before he had found out how his parents had died or why such strange things often happened around him. But Harry could still remember the dreams that had dogged him, even in those days: confused dreams involving flashes of green light and once—Uncle Vernon had nearly crashed the car when Harry had recounted it—a flying motorbike..

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'cause nothing saturates color like rain

'cause nothing saturates color like rain

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