cake pt 2

this is seriously the BEST ice-cream i have ever had.

i’ve never received this many gifts. and just looking at them makes me so happy. am i behaving like an excited little kid? yes. cuz i AM still excited.

a kid gave this to me 😭

cute

FAVORITE. it’s the most thoughtful gift i’ve ever received. i’ll show everything inside one by one now because WHY NOT?

i’ve wanted these for so long but kept putting it off for some reason. and then she just got them for me. the fact that she remembered 😭

handmade bookmarks 😭 i fucking love handmade bookmarks

cute pt 2

photoshoot (sunsilk ka ad)

behenchod i got my hair chopped kyuki mai toh baddie hu mamma and ab joker lag rhi hu

dont even try to say ki acha lag rha h

should i watch s line

imagine hating on me aur mai apni hi fielding set kar rhi hu

the winner takes it all and the loser has hairfall

i feel like i’m always performing. even when i’m alone. even when i think i’m being myself, i’m performing for some version of me that i think i should be. like i’m trying to impress that version. or maybe beg it to love me. it’s not just society or college or people. sometimes i talk or laugh or even cry and somewhere deep inside i’m wondering if this me, or is this just part of the act? sometimes i wonder if i’m performing here too. i catch myself wondering, who am i talking to? is there an audience i’m subconsciously trying to please. and maybe the saddest part is that i don’t know what my real self looks like, talks like or even thinks like. i was sitting in the college cafeteria today and thought that i need to stop performing. because this performance isn’t saving me. rather, it’s suffocating me. but i think the person i am behind the performance deserves to breathe too.