oh yes, she is

8 mins are too less

if i die and i'm allowed to take one album with me into oblivion, i'd take 'Currents'

i have not touched coffee since past 3 days and i can't even keep my eyes open, like when i'm trying to just even for a second take a rest by closing my eyes i start seeing vivid imagination.

so vivid as i feel like they're real, and i'm living it like a real dream. and when somebody pokes me i wake up thinking "tf that was a dream?"

chat am i getting schizophrenic?

4:44

"fuck it we bal." i whisper through the tears blurring my vision as i try to find the integral of f(x)= int(I) = sin²2x.cos³4x.6x².dx

if you can explain something does that implies it's not important?

some incidents makes me realize that i have become a total stoic from head to toe, if something crucial happens my next thought instinctively goes how to deal with it, rather how did this happen.