so real 🤬

sabki maa thori si crazy hoti h ya meri vali alag h?

wasted the majority of my saturday on instagram exactly like a full grown adult with thoughts and potential, reduced to a thumb and a dead stare. watched people i don’t like live lives i don’t want, saved posts i’ll never revisit, absorbed information that will never help me survive a single real conversation. my brain feels like it’s been microwaved. and for reasons unknown to god or science, i was posting SO many stories. i don’t even like posting stories. every time i did it i felt mildly exposed and deeply embarrassed, like i was oversharing in a room full of people who did not ask, which is insane, because it’s literally my account. i could post a wall and no one could arrest me. yet i immediately want to disappear. i keep telling myself "five more minutes" like a liar with no respect for time or self. now it’s evening and i’ve achieved nothing except mild neck pain, a bruised sense of dignity, and a fresh wave of existential disgust. i think i need to stop this right fucking now before i look up one day and my personality is just reels, doomscrolling, and regret. even this post was extremely unnecessary but posting here is fun and no one fucking knows me so hooray and cya

the lion is concerned. the lion is honestly really fucking worried.

mujhe meri aukat dikhane ke liye meri maa hi kaafi h 🤣🤣🤣🙏

being part of the college magazine's team has got to be my top 10 worst decisions because what are these lame ai writeups people are turning in?

गणतंत्र दिवस?

another cute day.

i think it was a day of many firsts

i stumbled upon this bookstore in my city today, almost by accident, and it had such a solid collection. the fact that i found it so coincidentally somehow makes it feel even better.

and i love impromptu plans sm

heavy lock in day 1

i like how i don't think i look chopped today.

yearning final boss