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Hindiya oo duqaysay gudaha Pakistan

Dowaladda Pakistan ayaa sheegtay inay ka jawaabi doonto “waqtiga iyo goobta ay iyadu doorato” kaddib markii Hindiya ay duqeymo dhanka cirka ah ku qaadday maleeshiyaad ku sugan gudaha waddanka Pakistan. Hindiya ayaa sheegtay in ay dishay tira badan oo maleeshiyaad ah hasayeeshee Pakistan ayaa warkaasi ugu yeertay mid ay “mas’uuliyad darro” ku dheehan tahay. Xiisadaha u dhaxeeya dalalka dariska ah…

☀ THIS MEME / STARGAZING || accepting.

   As somebody who had already spent so VERY much   of her time INVESTED in things involving stars, she   was sorry to realize it no felt longer EASY to stifle   the complaints that sat at the back of her throat,   waiting to expose her as the GRINCH of space   she was slowly but surely becoming. They were    BEAUTIFUL, certainly, but they made her feel    as though she should pick up a gun and start   shouting very URGENT, very intense lines into   the void. Her throat very nearly became SORE    at the thought. 

       Thankfully, ROB was one of few people she felt      almost entirely comfortable around; she didn’t feel       the need to smile WISTFULLY and babble on about      how lovely he looked in the starlight - although she      had to admit it did make him look good, no matter      what she thought of the sight itself. 

╳  ‘it’s been a while’ starter sentences || accepting.

   oh, how TYPICAL it is that the first thing   he spouts from his lips is something like   THAT. she hasn’t seen him in what, a    good SIX, even SEVEN years? but she   doesn’t and never has expected anything   less out of him, and that is part of what   makes him so ADMITTEDLY endearing.

      lips give a VAGUE upward pull and eyes      ROLL in a knee-jerk reaction to the question,      and, of course, what sort of reaction would      be COMPLETE without a middle finger?

                            ❛– oh, fuck you.❜

   the hair is, of course, FAKE - she’s had the   same goddamn hair her entire life, plus or   minus the occasional perm. beneath the    expertly-crafted RED wig sitting atop her   head is the same long, thick raven tresses   the world has come to know and expect    from her.

  What a light weight. Then again since when did Vera ever drink like that? Never. The glass of wine occasionally, but nothing like this and she will not do it again. Not that she was wasted or anything of the sort and the buzz she had wasn’t that bad, she just did not like the slight blur of vision she was having. Leaning into his ear she notifies him of her slightly drunken state, brown hues fixed on his side profile until their eyes met.

      The brunette chews softly on her bottom lip as he too admitted to slight intoxication. She smiles at him and found herself letting out an all TOO girly giggle, her right hand coming up to shield her lips before the hand flopped down to rest in her lap, “Okie dokie. I’ll wait here for your glorious return.” She smiles as he give her thigh a gentle squeeze before standing to get them both a glass of water. She watches him move away from her, the music starting to caress her ears in the most fantastic rhythm making her move a little in her seat. A leg cross over the other and fingers run through straightened hair. When he returns she smiles and gently takes the glass from his grip, “Thank you, love.” She says in her usual kind tone bringing the glass to her lips, she take a few sips before pulling it away and letting the glass rest on the inside of her palm that was on her lap. Her head turn to look at him and she smiles with a faint blush to her round cheeks,