walking around with your hands behind your back, looking at everything with a mild look of disgust and annoyance is so much fun.

mai apna hi antim sanskar kar lu kya?

behenchod ye puja path ke naam pe kuch bhi bhang bhosda karwate h. i get the cuture thing but MUJHE NAHI KARNA!

i am telling you, toshi is my soulmate.

nobody can loser the way i loser.

this fucking performative activism needs to go.

the whole louvre lore 😭✋

sometimes i look at him and think, god, he’s so out of my league and yet we’d look so fucking good together. and then there are moments i just sit there, realizing he’s not even my type, not even close. but when our eyes meet for like three stupid seconds, i forget how to breathe and suddenly i’m the most awkward, nonchalant version of myself, pretending i don’t care when my brain is shortcircuiting. and that is exactly why i hate liking a guy first.

i identity as snorlax.

i would burn bread, throw it in the mud, and get beaten by my mom for you but you're not nerdy enough to understand.

milk oats are so tasteless.

the medieval urge to be entertained while eating.

can an avoidant bitch like me find someone who will love me for the rest of my life?

the first thing you notice after entering bihar is that every second person is spitting on the road like it’s a public right.