What the fuck is in the Malik blood? This is insane. Holy geezus…
i’m feeling very attacked right now
"what music are you into?"
"i like this! it’s very grown up…"
FUCKING LOGGING OUT
I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.