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.

it is always the people that come into your life unexpectedly that end up meaning more to you.

sucks but cute.

you're just mad that my presence is haunting and offputting and yours isn’t.

did मूंगफली ki harvesting? lmao three hours in the sun and an itchy body.