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.

sabko gyan pel kar khud chutiyo jaisi baatein karti hu

genuinely kind of concerned at my inability to lock in.

never thought i would cry while watching the moon.

mai apne aap ke liye hi panauti hu

man i am cooked.

i feel like a charger that only works if you bend it a certain way right now.

love mornings that look like this.