that moment when someone’s texting u and they delete what they were typing and u feel like they’re playing with ur feelings
"My son was in uniform in the morning.
He’s in a casket now.
My son was my dream.
My dream has been killed.”
He’s in a casket now.
My son was my dream.
My dream has been killed.”
— Tahir Ali, parent of a child in Peshawar (via themuslimavenger)
Awake at 4:00 AM for last minute prepping. I absolutely can not wait for finals to be over.
