Really Wanna Have A Nice Filter Coffee ☕

Born to say "who the actual fuck raised you to be this stupid" forced to work in groups

more like snort your soul, but yes

touching you isn't enough i need to inhale your soul

The Boy

He's gone, it said.

That's all. Two words. I couldn't believe it. No, I thought, he can't be gone, just like that. Not now, not ever

All the times I'd laughed at his jokes, admired him for the beautiful human being that he was, all of the times I'd had cried with him, all the crazy adventures we'd shared and all the beautiful memories we had made, flashed before my eyes.

The realisation of what had happened hit me with a jolt. This is it, I thought, it's finally happened. That's when the tears started. They kept coming until I just couldn't cry anymore. I screamed. Screamed until my voice was hoarse and my throat was parched. I pounded at the floor until I thought my arms would break. I pulled  at my hair until my head throbbed. I cursed at the unfairness of the universe. I felt like the weight of the entire world had fallen on me, all at once. A part of me died with him. Even then, I felt like my heart would explode because of the overwhelming pain and sadness.

How can a person affect me this way?, I thought, drowning in the ocean of grief washing over me.

Only then did I close the book and remember, he wasn't real.

it is what it is? all I hear is titties

This Hotstar-Netflix, ad-free generation will never understand the pure thrill of watching cartoons on Hungama, CN, and Nick—timing our kitchen runs to perfection, mastering the art of a 2-minute washroom sprint, and praying we didn't miss a single scene before the ads ended. Those weren't just breaks, they were missions!

oh i tried reading it, couldn't get into it :/

excuse me, i'm in LOVE with your blog???? the theme is so damn pretty?????? the posts are either so relatable or so perfect or so sweet or so amazing??? are you real?

hii omg that's so sweet thank youuuu

I loveeee your theme too (green's my fav colour other than blue and I'm a slytherin too, so heh)

we've read a lot of the same books btww (looking for alaska is my all time fav <3)

i love how we pick up habits and phrases and songs from people we love and it sticks with us for so long it becomes a piece of us making us a museum of all the people we've ever loved

situationships nowadays will never understand the ‘nass kaatne’ wala era

“ummmmm ur bra strap is showing :/ ”

CHAI MY BELOVED