every time i look at myself, i feel like throwing up

winter has always felt like the one season that speaks comfort to me. i know people romanticize the rains or worship the summer sun, but i’ve never belonged to either. summer is too sweaty and monsoon leaves everything muddy. but winter understands me. there’s something about the cold air that makes comfort feel earned. the moment november touches the sky, life becomes cozier. sweaters and scarves come out. the world slows down. oranges feel like little suns you can peel open. and somehow, ice cream tastes better when the wind is cold (maybe because winter lets you enjoy things without rushing.) it’s the season where i get to snuggle under a blanket, book in hand, a warm cup of coffee steaming beside me. music sounds better too.

so far this year has felt like being awake during surgery

did you receive the texts i almost sent you?

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you aren't nerdy enough to understand me.

why are cute things so expensive 😡

meri aukat bas ye khane ki h

i love the products by winkies man
itne affordable and delish

nothing is real and then all of a sudden everything is very real with no warning.

i think, mera scope arrange marriage me bhi nhi h