tired and saumya go hand-in-hand atp. having-no-energy and saumya are best buddies.

imagine deactivating your instagram because of your insignificant other. man i didn’t even deactivate my instagram for exams. i can’t even remember the last time i did it. is this rock bottom? yikes saumya! fuck you!

it doesn't just go away, does it?

ab bas खेल खत्म karo yaar

okay girl, i get it. you’re very empathetic, you feel things deeply, you mourn petals falling off of trees. but flowers were always meant to bloom, be held, be plucked, and to wilt. that’s natural and that’s their entire story arc. if you’re going to ache, let it be for something that actually matters. ache for a planet that’s literally burning, ache for economies collapsing, ache for lives shaped by poverty, for systems that don’t care if someone survives another day, ache for things that fucking matter. save your sadness and empathy for what isn’t supposed to fall apart but is anyway.

aree

post midnight crashouts.

yt music isn’t as bad as i expected but i still miss spotify premium and all those playlists and the algorithm

big fan of whatever indian music does to my brain

the fact that this is not even 1/4th of the whole assignment. also writing in blank sheets is so tedious. koi lines खींच do yaar