Thank God I'll Never Be 15 Again

#it was the "thankyou" for me

i was talking to my bf over the phone and it was only when his brother came into the room that we said goodbye. except he accidentally didn't cut the call. and i could hear what he and his brother were saying.

his brother: aap dono kitna baat karte ho, is there anything shanti didi could do that’ll make you break all ties with her?

*silence*

his brother: bhaiya muskura kyu rahe ho this is a genuine question

nitya: muskura isliye raha hu kyunki there’s nothing she could do that’ll make me break all ties with her. yeh ladki mera murder kar sakti hai aur mai use thank you bolunga

his brother: chiiii yaar aap romantic ho gaye mai jaa rha hu

*laughter*

I'M CRYING MERI JAAN I LOVE YOU

the username makes it hard to believe 🛐

so proud of myself today

I'm like if a person was very afraid

love language is taking screenshots of snaps you can't save

no but i so want this.

Sometimes I just want to slap a random person and run away...

“euphoria” is why asians have uniforms you can't change my mind

I don't know how to add your absence to my life. I don't know how to subtract myself from it.

hm sometimes i wish i was one of those people who moves thousands of miles away and never looks back and has a ton of adventures unmoored from their past and where they’re from but i can’t help looking back and i’m deeply, fervently defined by every person, thing, or place i’ve ever loved

so, i become – cursed/morose/woebegone/crestfallen/forlorn/depressed.

I ignore my problems cuz I can't face them.