you were my sun but i was icarus.

there's a certain humiliation in admitting you want to be loved.

real romance is being deeply stupid together. i dream of one day meeting someone i can be deeply stupid with and not feel embarrassed.

i'm not a hater but so much shit is stupid.

and a book

got stared at by a बजरंग दल uncle for clicking this

time to LOCK IN *falls asleep*

i miss my long posts here.

i've been analysing pride and prejudice (started today) and it’s so fun. we have a lot of texts this semester and analysing them is gonna be awesome.

bhajan clubbing me top par hoga "iss tarah" by चारदीवारी