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

when you unsubscribe me, can you please dm me which post was the last straw 😞😞

the first colleen hoover book i ever read was it ends with us. it’s been almost three years i suppose. also disclaimer, i’m not going to undermine domestic abuse narratives. that part of the book is portrayed decently and maybe drawn from real experiences but the response is absolute nonsense. lily’s choices are presented as empowering, but half of them make no psychological or ethical sense. and there’s zero emotional depth. we don’t get a single solid internal monologue when she’s going through the worst of it. it’s all flat, surface level storytelling. her writing is painful to read. it's like a second grader trying to rhyme mad and sad. the language is juvenile and the "deep" moments are just corny. and the characters have no complexity. atlas is just the soft, charming, helpful guy, that's it, that’s his entire character. he exists to be the opposite of ryle. he has no inner life. and ryle lmao don’t even get me started. their first interaction was super creepy. they meet on a rooftop, and he goes straight to "i want to fuck you." sir?? where is the social awareness? and then very quickly he's putting his hands under her blouse like it's normal? and she's just standing there because thats supposed to be hot ig? and the worst part, all of this is written like it’s romantic. this book romanticizes deeply creepy, predatory behavior and sells it as intense chemistry. and don't even get me started on the ellen de generes letters. why is lily writing diary entries addressed to ellen? what’s the point of that? what are we meant to take from it? that parasocial celebrity attachments are healthy emotional outlets? alysa’s character pmo too. she enters the book in the most bizarre, unrealistic way like coho googled "quirky character introduction" and picked the worst option. and then, after knowing everything about ryle and knowing what lily goes through, she still tries to defend him. the fact that she calls liky her best friend, lmao. and this is where the book becomes dangerous. it flirts with the idea that abuse can be reasoned with. that abusers can be excused if we "understand their trauma." and then comes the worst part. at the end of the book, lily lets her child stay in contact with ryle. the same man who physically abused her. the same man who literally tried to rape her. and she decides that co-parenting is the responsible thing to do. what the actual fuck. what is this book even teaching people? that abuse can be overlooked for the sake of family? that if he’s the father, he gets access no matter what? what is the point of portraying trauma if the resolution is just acceptance of harm?
and my biggest problem is that these books are being marketed as romance. this is not romance. this is trauma, written irresponsibly and sold as something empowering. this is not the love story young girls should be reading. 13, 14, 15 year old girls are reading this and worshipping it. setting it as their benchmark for love and colleen hoover knows this. she knows exactly who her audience is.
she’s a bad writer and a worse storyteller and honestly a dangerous one too seeing her massive fan following.