the only way to find my own actual tweets on this profile is by searching me up on it (I’m sorry I retweet anything that remotely tugs at my heartstrings) <3
someone asked why i have high standards of romantic love, and i said how could i not? when my best friend carries our polaroid in her wallet? when another brings me flowers each time i see her? when they notice even the slightest change in my tone? when they love me immensely so?
bro Hollywood paps have got nothing on desi paparazzi like they’re literally so entertaining and their comic timing is immaculate???? their interactions with celebrities alone could be turned into a TV show and I’d binge the heck out of it (calling Nick Jonas JIJU IDHAR??? LMAO)
growing up as an overachiever really leaves you with the fear of not living the life you so meticulously planned and not matching up to the perfect version of yourself, while crushing your soul under the weight of unrealistic expectations, unrealised dreams and chronic burnout.
it’s a tragedy that iPad kids these days would never understand the excitement of going to the computer lab – the only location in the school campus with air conditioning + unsupervised ms paint and 3D pinball (shoes outside, best friend in clutch)
i would trade anything to be back in a school classroom when it’s raining heavily outside, you and your classmates are contemplating whether it’ll be a half-day, the lectures are free anyway so you just play with your best friend as thunder rumbles, gloomy in the best way
i have this chilli oil theory where no matter how bland a dish is, a drizzle of chilli oil on top can make it taste utterly delicious and gourmet, and in the same way one should add the metaphoric chilli oil to every sad mundane moment or task in life to make it feel magical