yes, i love being a woman just because i get to apply kajal every morning

the only way to cope monday mornings is makeup

not going strong anymore 💔 they gave up on me after being with me for about 5 years. i don’t think a new pair is going to replace your comfort. you will be missed dearly soldier.

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Drop your screen wallpaper!

tell me if you recognize this

please don't call me pretentious

IKR! i might even say it's my roman empire

i’ve had this poem from bojack horseman as my wallpaper for a while now, and it has helped me alot. i won’t go into details, but i’ll say this, it’s one of the most beautiful anti-suicidal texts i’ve ever encountered. the first time i heard it, i cried and sobbed, like i did through so many episodes of bojack. it isn’t really about death in the abstract. it’s about the way despair seeps into the most ordinary textures of life. the poem begins beautifully, pointing out trivial details you wouldn’t usually hold onto. and that’s what's special. it romanticizes mundanity only to twist it into something unbearably heavy. its devastation lies in how it avoids the cliché of grand tragedy. instead, it reminds us that the real violence of depression is in its banality, brushing your teeth, walking down the street, washing dishes. things that should be simple become impossible burdens. the poem becomes a mirror. it doesn’t dramatize suicide, rather it demystifies it. it tells you that despair isn’t cinematic and that’s exactly what makes it terrifying.

the said poem

this is much better.

i have a love-hate relationship with analysing poems

i hate them but they give me a reason to love them. i love them but they give me a reason to hate them.

why is it that seniors always expect to be treated like some superior species? like where exactly did they earn that entitlement? mutual respect is what's expected, but this hierarchy nonsense is exhausting. today some random drama got sparked just because i rolled my eyes at their mocking, childish behavior. imagine being so fragile that an eye roll shakes your whole ego. because of this weird superiority complex, there’s no friendly bond, no unity. we didn’t even get an involved, fun first year because they were too busy enforcing their “we’re seniors, respect us” narrative. honestly, our immediate seniors are just strange. creating a whole scene out of nothing just shows how insecure they actually are. at this point, the only logical response is to ignore them. let them play their little power games alone. respect isn’t demanded, it’s earned. but this is not done man. they will drag this drama for a long time and target me for no reason. this is stupid.

doja cat was so real for "one minute i feel shit, next minute i'm the shit".

the sky was giving ghibli

i'm a great vlogger (ft. monsoon)

i got a chinese sessional tomorrow. and the teacher is absolute bonkers man. 2 units to prepare in a single night? great.

also the fact that i get extremely exhausted these days because of this play (i'm directing as well as playing the role of othello)

waqar ko mood swings bohot hote hai