I GOT UPPER LOBE AND NOSE PIERCING YESTERDAY!?!?!????

Might sound weird, but I am really happy today. Ik it's valentine's day and I am supposed to feel lonely or something but I'm very much chill and satisfied like this, by myself.

I ate a zinger today, I am listening to music right now and I have a PRETTY good self esteem. My day was good and I am waiting for my exams to get over, that's it🩷

Like if there was nobody home rn, I'll prolly be dancing or singing loudly, most likely doing both🪷

Us moment 🫂 par agar ye bolti toh taane padte ki Ghar ka khaana nhi khaati 🤡

Papa : Tujhe apne andar kis chiz ki kami mehsoos hoti hai?

Me : paise ki 💅🎀😎

Shankar Mahadevan is getting old😭

Hiii darl' @fluttershyybaby 🩷🩷🩷

I just realised we aren't moots😭 AND THIS WHOLE TIME I THOUGHT WE WERE DAFUQ

U didn't come mere search bar pe 🫤

But yesssss WE'RE SO SIMILAR 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

self moodboard

search up on pinterest : lyrics, color, character, place, outfit, and aesthetic.

no pressure tags — @gojosoups @kasukuna @angi-of-avalon @baepsays @itadoriest @lostfracturess @norikuna @toadtoru @yenayaps @neovillains + anyone who wants to join in!

When I was in twelfth grade, I came across this fabulous writer on Wattpad. They highlighted themes of love and platonic relationships and a strong sense of nostalgia. Pretty intense and very beautifully written. Now at that time, I just wasn't mature enough to understand each and every verse, I just wasn't able to, though I tried a lot lol. The books used to make me cry a lot, a lot (I mean a lot okay, u don't understand). Now they've deleted those books, and I have nothing to return to. I'm only left w memories of them. And now when I can understand them, I can't read them . There is nothing to go back to. And sometimes, I wish, they could republish them, istg ghar baar chor ke I'll read them. And I only have brief memories of those writings, if they publish it, mai toh khareed lungi jaldi se

THENKS FOR THE TAG CHÉRIE @chaoticher 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

I have birthmark on my hipbones! Also I have really small ears lolol

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

Did y'all know that there are many many sages that we, as a society consider men, whereas they were women irl because earlier many people had gender-neutral names? Like sage dhruva isn't a rishi but a rishika (that's just one of thousands) ? AND ITS NOT KNOWN TO SO MANY PEOPLE

“women weren’t allowed to study in Vedic times” crowd has never heard of Gargi, Ahalya, Maitreyi, Lopamudra, Ghosha, Swaha, Haimavati, Uma , Gautami, Hemalekha, Sita and it’s a shame

Happy Valentine's day🩷

This year, like the last couple of years, I'm spending my Valentine's Day alone. I'm supposed to feel pretty sad and lonely, but I'm not?

This is for you, whenever you arrive—I can't wait to meet you. The love I hold for you, even when I don't have you, is immense, and it shall only increase with time. Whenever we meet, in 5 years, in 10 years, u get it?—my heart, my love, will always be with you.

I've rejected so many advances, and I hope, in the end, it's all worth it. I hope you'll understand and accept me. I'm not the best person to love, nor am I the best lover out there. My mistakes make me wish for death and keep me sleepless. And I know my flaws are immense. I'm not perfect. But I hope I'll be good enough for you.

As long as you find me lovable, I'm fine. You're loved—aaj, kal, humesha.

I'll heal myself. I'll get better. Things will change for the better. I hope so, for I've never felt like I've lived enough.

Gosh, I've never written for my future partner. This is so not me.

But I hope you understand that the 19-year-old me loves you a lot.

This version of mine loves you a lot.

Bye, love🩷

I know a lot of people don’t want to live anymore, and I know many have lost hope, thinking their lives won’t get any better. I completely understand where they’re coming from, I felt that too at some point and obviously get episodes of sadness and regret. Sometimes the turmoil the world throws at us—the overthinking, the stress, and the deep sense of dissatisfaction and disconnection—makes it so hard to believe things can improve.

But in those moments, what keeps me going are the unexplored ventures ahead of me. There are so many books I haven’t read, so many movies I haven’t watched. Perhaps there’s a legendary album yet to release that I haven’t heard. There are so many fields, skills, and hobbies left to discover. So many places to visit, and so many people to meet.

And what about the person I’m supposed to be loved by? There’s so much this world offers that’s far beyond the adversities we face. I look at beautiful, articulate women, draped in elegance and poise, and I wonder what I’ll look like one day. A single book changed my career decisions—who knows what else I’ve been wrong about all this time?

What will I look like as an adult? As an elderly person? I have to make my younger self proud, too. When I think about all of this, the negative thoughts start to fade. There’s so much I have yet to know and experience, and I’m not going to let my past define my future. Yes, these things are sometimes overwhelming, but I think , these things are worth living for 🩷

Just a thot👾

I came back from my Haridwar and Rishikesh trip yesterday, and I THINK I HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER ISTG