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.

mujhe sona hai

all i do is complain about college. i might as well start posting my time table here so you guys know when to expect me complaining

mera vala ding dang ding dang ding dang ding dang ding dang karta hai

i love period dramas so much. like SO much. the visuals, the romance, the dialogues. everything. the aesthetics are beautiful. the dresses, the carriages, the candlelight, the letters, the ballrooms, the look of love, the unbearable longing, the yearning. even when it’s not historically accurate (aha am i talking about bridgerton) i watch them for the aesthetics alone.

someone said "forehead side karo, video dekhni hai" 😭😭😭 im rofl

i’m going to read a few of colleen hoover’s books over the next 2 to 3 days and do a deep analysis of how problematic her writing is. i’ve already read 3 books of hers and i know exactly which ones should not exist (yes i'm a hater).
if you’ve read her, please share your thoughts, even if you loved her. or if you hated her. or if you’re confused why she’s so famous. i want to gather a range of opinions (pro or con), so i can understand better and include that perspective too.

saiyaara is basically ghostwritten by aashiqui 2's distant cousin on redbull and retrograde emotional baggage