feels weird to say that my comfort film revolves around pregnancy, explosion, fire, set burning, wife murd3r, death of a man, burial of a body, reincarnation, fear of fire, chandelier falling, ghost (om shanti om)
i love how his state keeps shifting in this scene from anger to dejection and then finally negotiating, it all boils down to him being pathetically desperate for a love that had turned away on him ages ago but he's somehow still there, one of fawad's bests
the constant dragging and slutshaming that actresses associated with him recieve on this app whenever something regarding his own disrespectful conduct resurfaces, what a messed up fandom
that era where everyone was making dalgona coffees, playing ludo, learning new skills and opening instagram to see every other edit as a main tera one, i miss lockdown one energy sometimes
i know she loves her whites but personally i live for her yellows, her love affair with this particular shade remains unmatched and also reminds of that infamous 'zarda' reference, this color was truly made for her
when jane austen wrote "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." and khirad said
ships where they remember every special quirk about each other and know and understand each other ans pay attention to each other more than anyone else kwmsjwjxnbd
i have so many reasons to love this scene, but the one out of all is probably the sincerity in his eyes when he attempts to make the first move to make their marriage work and this was maybe the first time i had seen her smile at him
nostalgia is so funny, it hits so hard sometimes when you come across a song, a name or even a smell and it reminds you of a time in your life that's no longer there and you're eventually left so helpless and sad
they raised me drove me to school fed me stuck my artwork on the fridge read me bedtime stories sent me to college walked me down the aisle transformed me into the person i am today