loving instagram rn

showing up for everything like a lamb for the slaughter.

hahahahahahaha

there's a reason i love winters.

when it comes to socializing, i become cillian murphy.

i was sent on earth to be the loser coded friend who's lowkey funny but in a stupid way who's also smart but at the same time unbelievably slow.

crying because i suddenly remembered the time my mother said "i’m very happy" over the phone when i won my first prize. probably the first and last time she ever said that to me.

love little corners like this in college that make you feel like a man from another century who writes letters, owns a single good coat, and spends afternoons doing absolutely nothing.

the temperature drops a little and i start acting like i'm a woman from one of those old persian poems. (also a cup of coffee in my hand would be perfect)

what i bring to the table :
1. kuch bhi nahi

man i’ve got like five sessionals in the next two days and somehow i’m doing everything i wouldn’t be doing if i didn’t have exams. i’ve started rewatching bojack horseman, picked up tom sawyer, suddenly feel the need to write about that vogue article, and for some reason i want to text him just to spend the day overthinking his replies. i am, quite frankly, a certified idiot.