What? You are looking for someone whose time you can waste, walk all over and then leave? Look no further. Be my guest.
It's not you, it's me. No, it is you.
Choke me sexually or fatally. Idc at this point.
It's 4° outside and I have nothing better to do than sit next to the heater and upload photos. Hence.
I have a lot of new clothes. And I shall be wearing them over the next 2 weeks.So expect to be bombarded with way too many photographs, clicked at awkward angles by my parents and their lack of photography skills.
Love yourself, you piece of shit.
Hello hetero/bi sexual men. I am here, waiting for you. Any time you feel like kissing a woman's neck, her thighs, her lips; I'll be here. Any time you feel like slipping your hands into her panties while she is passed out; I'll be here. Any time you feel like slapping someone in public, I'll be here. Any time you want to send someone rape threats, I'll be here. Any time you want to call someone ugly, I'll be here. Any time you feel slut-shaming someone online, I'll be here. I'll be here because I have already survived all of these once, how bad can Round 2 be? . Too much for a caption? Hmm. Thank your gods y'all just had to read these words, not experience them.
View chorro, mujhe dekho.
YES I AM WEARING PANTS.
You have to practise for days to cry on cue. But smiling? We all learnt to smile on cue, even before we could pronounce our own name. Pretty sad, isn't it?
I'll be at work, twirling around, talking to somebody and suddenly I'll have a flashback. Your address, the quick breakfast you'd make me before office, the elaborate dinner you'd make every damned night, how you taught me to spot the best watermelons, these random 'stay still kid, the light's good' photos, some series we binge-watched, your 'that is my tee I should be able to wear it sometime too' rants. I'd immediately rush to my desk and put on Lou Reed's Perfect Day. Fuck, your singing! I have told every person I know about Michael Kiwanuka, btw. Now that's one less thing that was just your and mine. Oh, and one of these days, I'll remove your address from Zomato. And one of these months, I'll finally stop staring at the door every time the metro reaches DN Nagar. And then one day, I'll surely remove all of you from Google Photos. And finally, one day, I'll stop writing about you.
All I do is say 'I am having the time of my life' and keep having back-to-back mental breakdowns.
In a very 'Bye bye Ms. American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry' mood.
If you were asked to name all the things you love, how long would it be till you named yourself?
Felt cute. Might post some self-deprecating post later, Idk.
In a very 'You were born alone, you will die alone. Being emotional is overrated. Humans suck. They don't deserve your love' mood rn.
In a very 'Send my love to your new lover' mood. Even though I have nobody to say it to 😐
Today's lesson: Camouflage.