the "insaan bhi kya cheez hai" makes me switch both songs

tie him, its fun, the submissive lady in you becomes a bitch

"I will do this I will do that", move your ass first, stupid bigtalker.

अधजल गगरी छलकत जाये

attention seeker.

i dont usually say please, but please saturn, take me out of this.

I am strong, I always have been. No matter what happens, I hold myself together.
People come and go, that’s just life. I’ll move forward, like I always do.
This is temporary. Just a matter of days.
Vulnerability? That’s not for me. I refuse to be a victim of anything.
I won't disappoint you saturn <3

Channels are sucha private space typa thing, I'll rant
My neighbour is sucha bitch, she keeps giving me side eyes when I wear LITERALLY ANYTHING, she has a problem with my bobs it seems, what do I do, cut em off for her?

And our new cook, man idk what he makes, he's been adding potatoes in everything. Yesterday we ate pasta and it had POTATOES in it.

And if I tell my dad, he might ask me to cook for myself
So I won't
But I'm sure I can make something SOMETHING better than potatoes
I miss the old cook, she was so sweet, she used to make me extra sandwiches without telling my dad🙂

This is not rant, my bestfriend is busy with neet so I'm yapping here

Dear Saturn,
I wish I could simply wake up one day and begin a brand new chapter of my life. I wish I could rise with no memory of the people who hurt me, the ones who left, and the ghosts of memories that still linger. Saturn, I’ve always cherished friendships, I’ve tried to hold my people close, to love them with all I had. But somehow, I always ended up drowning in betrayal. And when I tried to speak my truth, they called it a “victim card.”
I was naive enough to believe that the people I loved would stay, that nothing could take them away from me. But here I am, learning the hard way.
Still, I hope. I hope that one day I’ll wake up and forget it all. Start over.
Every morning, I try.
Every day, I inch closer to not thinking about them. To not picking at old wounds. To not yearning for people who chose to leave.

One day, I know I’ll stand on my own. I’ll heal. I’ll meet new people, different, maybe, but mine in a new way.
And while the ones I lost can never truly be replaced, I still wish that someday, I’ll wake up and their memories will simply fade away.

rotting in the garden of rotten fruits.