harish “oldmonk” wahengbam

inside out in my feelings. upside down on the ceiling.

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if we go down then, we go down together. POV : its 2016 and you’re with the love of your life. #2016 #thechainsmokers #paris #ifwegodownthenwegodowntogether #aftereffects recreated thechainsmokers’s lyrical video of paris ib : @thechainsmokers @sippyirl dt/sdt : @woodoooartist @stawpchahann

Monk x Rayson Collab 2K25. raw. bold. unapologetic. this is brutalism in its loudest form. Brutalism and Blurry style poster practice. Picture credit goes to @ryan_roy_prime . clicks absolutely banger pictures. new stuff soon. heading into videography, i jus wanna learn how to work with a camera. HOPE YALL LIKE THIS POST. save it | share it | tell us your take ⬇️

In my first year, I used to take the metro and sit alone, quiet in a corner, watching the city blur past me while feeling like I was standing still. Back then, everything felt heavy and new, like the world was moving without me. Now things have changed, I’ve changed, but somehow the metro rides, the crowds, the stations, they’re all the same. It’s strange how life can shift so much inside me, yet outside, it feels like nothing has really moved at all. ib : @stawpchahann & jjk kaisen metro scene ( idk what they call it in japan ) dt/sdt : @stawpchahann tags - #metroaesthetic #urbanillustration #digitalillustration #cityedit #wallpaperengine #aestheticedit #digitalartwork #urbananimation #moodyaesthetic #nightaesthetic #animeedit #cinematicscene #lofiart #visualedit #aestheticwallpaper

someone called me soft yesterday, said it like it was nice. i hated the word, it felt like shame, like a label i couldn’t change. i hate that i’m soft, i want to be harder, to armor up and stop feeling so much. but softness is all i learned to be i can’t help it, it’s the only home i know. i’m angry at it, and i’m tired of being tender, and still, when the lights go out, i feel. - unnamed draft i wrote last night. i sketched this pretty quick, the basic idea and theme was me sitting alone yk enjoying my solitude. inspired by my a picture my mum clicked of me while i was visiting manipur ^^

C*CAIN NOSE repostin it cause i dont have anything else to post. dt - @vexter.desu

way out of my league, i never believed it. practicing camera movement and new ideas cause i almost forgot how to edit. shes so fuckin pretty bro gah dayum 😫 #trouble #frankocean #frankoceanedit

“yk i was walking to someones place and i saw someone very familiar, didnt know who it was but uhm i turned back. she did too. for a second, it felt like the whole world paused, just long enough for us to realize that yeah, we still remember each other.” this is fictional alr 😭 nothing of such sort has happened, yall can relax. been sick and feeling very shit for the past week, skipped college and missed out on a lot. it started with food poisoning then it got to some serious personal bullcrap w the family. BUT I MADE THIS STORYBOARD OF AN IDEA I WROTE MONTHS BACK. hope yall like it

main kholu jo aankhein, sirhane mein tu chahiye❤️ i hope i did justice to the song😭 ——————————————————————————— She’s not broken. Just bruised in places that don’t show. And maybe that’s why I’m writing this right now— to tell her that I’d rather spend a lifetime unlearning every lie she was told than spend another second watching her doubt her own glow. from a draft poem i have in my notes. tryna be consistent with posts here SHARE SAVE LIKE AND COMMENT YALL✅

Thodi Der. animated illustration everything’s made by me ^^ Story Time: i was standing on my rooftop looking at the sunset, with the same song playing in the background. thats when this idea came to me, knew i had to make something from it. so here we are. Softwares Used : Krita After Effects 2020

PARO [ READ CAPTION ] clips - me, @7aze__ and someone from YT. audio - Paro by @adityarikhari sound design - me and @immortall.frfr ENJOY THE EDIT AND MAKE SURE YALL READ THE POEM BELOW. I held you once—not in my arms, but in the spaces jaha shyd tum aur m, hum bane ho. Your eyes were asking me a question, hopefully waiting, while I turned away. You gave me a choice, and I let it slip, i had to, had my hands tied to promises I couldn’t rip. so I left, cut you off—clean, quick, cruel, left you wondering if I ever cared. You took part in things you had no clue about, yet you did it for me. If only I had known, if only we weren’t complicated ourselves, we’d have been much more — been free. I moved away, miles and months between us, but regret has a way of finding its way back. Now that I reach out my hand, a little too late, I find you safe in someone else’s arms. And if you do ask why now?— because I dreamt of you. Because I really missed you. Because I never wanted to hurt you, I did like you—God I liked you— par fir jaise humesha hota h, destiny had something else in store. And now, even as I think of closing the distance, I know you never will. kyu hi karogi? Not after what long distance did to you before. Not after what I did. im sorry I know all of it, yet I still want you to be mine. I think of that one bus ride— when you confessed, voice steady, eyes hopeful. I heard you. But I could never look at you and say, “I like you too.” I was caught in a dilemma no one wants to be in. I still think of that day— of all the days we had. Going home together, meeting your family, thanking your dad for the ride, thanking your mom for the warmth, thanking you for staying— when I lost myself completely, when you were breaking too. But now, you are his, and I am no one. So I fold my words back, swallow my want, write my regret down on paper and hope you never ask— “Why now?” - harish