let me be clear. i don’t think i’m perfect. i make mistakes too, and i’m constantly learning. but the level of mediocrity around me is so overwhelming that i can feel myself developing a god complex just by existing here.
and before anyone says “oh, that’s condescending”, no, it’s really not. it would be condescending if i said this about people from a completely different field. but if you chose to study english literature, then speaking coherent, reasonably good english is the bare minimum. it’s not arrogance to expect that. it’s not elitism. it’s literally the foundation of the discipline. so yes, if people can’t even manage that, then calling it pathetic is simply an accurate description.

This is my Roman Empire because it's not just literature but factually every field in this country.
Bare minimum bhi humare liye maximum effort job hai because that's what we've been taught all our lives. And God forbid you try/want to do something new. Idk why in a field and in an age where you're supposed to experiment, we're all forced to conform and limit ourselves

tell me, shakuntala, how did it feel to be forgotten, your love erased as if it never existed? did the river and trees remember what he could not?

tell me, gandhari, how heavy was the blindfold on your soul? was it devotion or surrender? did each arrow that struck your sons tear through your silence?

tell me, mandodari, was the golden city your cage or your home? did your wisdom scream against his lust, or did silence become your refuge?

tell me, ahalya, did the stone cradle or imprison you? was your freedom liberation or exile within your own skin?

tell me, kunti, was motherhood a chain or a crown? did the weight of your secrets burn your heart as fiercely as the sun blessed your womb?

tell me, meera, did your devotion protect you from death? did the anklets on your feet ring louder than the mockery of men?

tell me, sati, was the fire your choice, or did the world push you into it? did you close your eyes and let it consume you whole?

tell me, parvati, when you became kali, did the world tremble at your rage or your freedom? did you taste power and wonder why it was kept from you?

tell me, urmila, did your waiting strip you bare or make you stronger, until all you had left was your shadow?

tell me, all of you, what is this world of men you walked through? did they write your names into stories to bind you tighter? or was it you who chose to endure, to remain?

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Describe yearning in your language

ok. bye!

tame impala was right, "the less i know the better." cuz wtf dude.

your ragebait worked. it worked. now i'm crying out of pure frustration.

the summer i turned pretty is such a ragebaiting show

i love when a pretty face also has a pretty personality

which is very rare (i'm talking about conventional beauty standards btw)

ngl i love my tshirts. i genuinely think my tshirt collection deserves a case study. i like to think that my taste is exquisite and impeccable af. bye.

I have isolation tendencies.

nothing can top lip skin and ice as snacks

i love this channel @somsomcore

behenchod mera chinese teacher thora sa pagal hai kya

even though i say diabolical shit, my heart isn't diabolical at all. i wish it was though. i wish i was so so so evil. i feel stupid.

and then you ask me why i hate rain