thinking about how resurrection isn’t really about the dead person at all. it’s about wanting to restore the world to how it was before their absence. but that version of reality no longer exists. if a haunting is an open wound, then resurrection feels like the knife that widens it.

mujhe ek baar breakup karna h

i got up, scrolled endlessly, slept in the name of a power nap, woke up, studied nothing, fell straight into a regret pit, and then, of course, started scrolling again. i hate when i’m like this.

meri vibe samajhne ke liye aapko murkhta ki sari hadein paar karni hogi

i want to go on walks with you at night and tell you which houses are my favorite.

you really do get over them on a random friday afternoon. and again in the evening. and then a few days later on a monday morning. and then

today is boring. i was expecting more.

i think i'm being shaped by all the wrong experiences.

ye call karu bacha bolne vale sach mein call karte h kya?

googling how to go back to what once was.

i love stalking my own highlights. like, damn, i’m actually kind of awesome.

kya zindagi hai bhai 🤬 40-50 rupay ka kuch kha leti hu toh afsos hota h 😞

everything is a pattern when you're crazy enough.

i shud lock the fuck in
*half an hour passes*
i shud lock the fuck in
*half a day passes*
i shud lock the fuck in
*half a month passes*
i shud lock the fuck in
*half my life-

i need to reread the hunger games.