last year was practice. last month was practice. last week was practice. yesterday was practice. today was practice.

it feels physically, visibly impossible and illegal to wake up at 6, drag yourself through endless travel, and go to that boring hole every single morning. especially now that i don’t even have a crush there anymore. he used to function like an energy drink, caffeine, motivation, serotonin, everything. guys crushes are awesome, i definitely do not recommended having one tho.

but if everyone’s yearning then who's yearned for?

so rich hu

the wretched world of verbalising things.

मच्छर teri mkc fr

i’m lowkey proud of myself for not giving in to overconsumption for a long while now. everywhere i look, people are constantly buying and buying and buying. it’s an endless loop of "just one more thing." and sometimes i want to tell them to stop, to maybe think about why nothing ever feels enough, but then i realise it’s not really my place to intervene. still, i haven’t done any of that in ages, and i’m genuinely content with it.

no kewlez 😝

mood so चटपटा 😍

heated rivalry edits with desi songs are so ब्यूटीफुल

is crying about wanting to be wanted pathetic?

im like if a girl was miserable all the time for reasons which are easily identifiable but nevertheless impossible to do anything about

"don't make me hate you. loving you is painful enough" excuse me? harry? damn.

im feeling a bit overdressed

outfit.

such a beautiful day. enjoyed so much.