The Amount Of Letters In Your Full Name Is Now Your Forever Age. What Is It?

tag yourself ; terms of endearment

love - overthinker, long baths with rose petals, sad yet powerful smiles, old libraries, often found staring at the stars, hands smudged with graphite, no sleep™

honey - messy hair, loud yet beautiful laughter, bold colors, swirly handwriting, pink lipstick, wandering through art museums, dancing for no reason, vibrant dreams

sweetheart - summer breezes, compliments everyone, probably owns a pair of overalls, tea drinker, can’t sing for shit but still does anyway, favorite type of food is dessert

cutie - likes baking, says they’re stupid but is actually really damn smart, wants pastel hair, takes really nice notes, ice cream, favorite article of clothing is an oversized hoodie, pretty eyes

darling - s o f t, fav color is either yellow or pink, lots of flowers, wants to pet a cat, sleepy, actually has time to eat breakfast, rainy days, lip gloss

Unusual words with beautiful meanings:

Peregrinate (verb) To travel or wander around from place to place.

Serendipity (noun) Finding something good without looking for it.

Nemophilist (noun) One who is fond of forest; A haunter of the woods.

Eudaimonia (noun) The contented happy state you feel when you travel.

Eleutheromania (noun) The intense desire for freedom.

Hireath (noun) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was.

Idyllic (adj.) Like an idyll; extremely happy, peaceful, or picturesque. 

Clinomania (n.)Excessive desire to stay in bed. 

Seatherny (n.) the serenity one feels when listening to the chirping birds.

Eunoia ( n.) beautiful thinking a balanced mind.

Do you know that line in The Perks of Being a Wallflower? The one that says “this one moment when you know you’re not just a sad story. You are alive.” that resonates so much with me, because it’s true, it’s so damn true!

I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but life isn’t supposed to be one big mass of pain, it really isn’t. You are so allowed to seek for happiness, and to fight with your nails and teeth for it, to screw off people that aren’t good for you, to say no, to do whatever it is that helps you and that makes you happy. You can scream, you really can, you can rip pages, you can fuck your room up, if necessary. Feel it, because you didn’t deserve that pain, you really didn’t, friend. So rage if you need to, or lay down, or cry, or watch that movie that makes you forget everything else, or listen to that music that you hold in your heart. Let your heart rest, and maybe it won’t be that heavy when you wake up.

do u ever change the way that u talk depending on who youre with

like some people you talk to like youre both english majors and then others u talk 2 like youre having a mental breakdown

Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga (Part I)

do you see this shit my liege

it drives me crazy how humans are just meant to hold each other. how come when you hold someone's hand, your fingers just perfectly lock with theirs? how is it that when you hug someone, your face fits just right in the crook of their neck? how can your hands cup someone's face like that's their only primary function? it cannot be coincidence that our bodies are fully capable of holding another... we were designed to love

concept: two indian high school girls fall in love, desi dark academia style. imagine them carefully braiding each other’s hair in the school restroom while discussing mughal history. sneaking an old ipod to school and listening to sufi and carnatic music together on the weary bus ride back home. doing everything together, they’re as inseparable as two girl best friends can get. going to book stores or libraries on weekends and spending hours reading sitting next to each other, and then having an intense discussion over chai and vada pav at a small stand. coming back from coaching classes in the evenings, holding hands as their jhumkas twinkle under the streetlights. texting each other at 5 in the morning while stuck on homework. holding hands, hugging ten times a day and cheek kisses are normal, and they never realize their feelings for each other until an accidental forehead touch in a doorway, glancing at each other’s lips and breathing heavily. not choosing to date for fear of ruining their academic careers and remaining best friends. finally getting together when by a stroke of good luck, they both make it to their common dream college and have a celebratory kiss when one goes to the others house to break the good news in person. just, two desi girls falling in love; enamored by the world around them, its knowledge and each other.

@kshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

in my language we don't say 'babe' or 'baby' but we say 'jaan' or 'jaani'. literally, jaan means life. i grew up hearing my dad call my mom 'jaani' and my grandfather call my grandma 'jaan' and i never really thought it was anything special. but then i realized they are calling each other 'life'. its just so beautiful that you would normally address someone as your life while doing the most normal mundane things.

"jaan, I'm home."

"jaani, pass me the water"