so i'm halfway through and am loving every bit of this.

in summer wounds fester and in winter they ache. another one of life's classic no win scenarios.

it’s diwali and i don’t even feel like showering. festivals don’t feel like they should in this house. i miss my mom man.

Har diwali yahi soch ke tayar ho jati hu ki next time rahungi ki nahi🧍‍♀

merry christmas 🤶

one of the few reasons i fw diwali.

that one friend who’s supposed to stay a memory, please just stay a memory. don’t try to slide back into my life like nothing happened. we can’t undo what broke, and we can’t pretend it wouldn’t be awkward af. i don’t have the strength to live through that strange awkwardness, so please, fuck off.

how do i send this 😊

do you think i'm cool kinda weird, freaky kinda weird, or just a weirdo?

you can't even dig up your lovers' grave and pry open their casket and cradle their corpse in your chest anymore because of woke.

ye society me sirf reel banane vale log rehte h kya 😭

it's cool to not be totally healed from something nine months later and it's cool to understand that you don't really heal from anything. you just live beyond it and find new happiness and it’s cool to grieve the loss of some sort of innocence you can't quite name and it's cool if you're crying, because i am too.