I Feel Like My Life Is Just Split Into Phases Of Hyperfixations. Any Space, Any Time And All The Days

some days back, good omens 3 was released and i watched it. i felt a sinking despair cuz the vibes were off. crowley was not behaving well and fumbling nonstop, aziraphale was being openly very clingy and out of character and the entire show was about their love, and the movie forgot about the entire non-romantic plot of the show and i was reeally confused and at last, i was glad to wake up cuz it was a fucking nightmare.

My reactions today while reading blackwater arc (vol 4):

Hm..hm.. HUH?!?! MING YI....? Oh... oh he xuan- shi qingxuan.. *near to cryin-- SHI WUDUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STOPPPP *gapes at the words* *dies out of shock* *confused at the hulian scene after that trauma???*

Thought of this while taking a walk in park and listening to Conan Gray...

Sorry, not sorry.

US

Friendly reminder that gender, sexuality and your fashion sense absolutely do not have to reflect each other and are things IRRESPECTIVE OF EACH OTHER.

You can absolutely be comfortable with your she/her pronouns, with being a woman and still choose to have a masc presenting fashion sense. You can be completely cool with your assigned gender and still cross dress.

Feeling pretty? Floral? Gay? Hella boyish? Like a princess? A drag queen? A white swan or a black crow?

Go for it. Absolutely go for it!!

PS. If you are a minor and stuck in a rather unaccepting environment, please don't let go of yourself or your identity, but keep yourself safe. College will be better. Growing up will make this aspect easier. You will move out. Wait for the financial independence and then go for it!! <3

I was asked by a super extroverted person yesterday that "how do you write so much"

And like. I can't talk about my feelings. Physically. So i project them onto my characters like a sadist. That's how i write so much. It's not that girl in my book struggling with hyper-independency but me. Its not that boy mourning his loss of hope but me.

Surprise, its all me.

Kisses and all are cool, but small moments like these <3

got into tears of themis so bad recently but too broke to buy foreign merch, so diy we go:

Bad lighting x)

Pleading for my exam tomorrow to be cancelled. Can't study jackshit atp. My mind is cooked.

Well. Now to get more serious.

As an indian, this entire india-pak conflict has been enlightening about one thing- other countries don't give a jackshit. Nor does global. In the sense that, the pain india felt due to Pahalgam can never be translated to you.

Disclaimer: I do not hope for a war or escalation. I am just tired of seeing people talk about this stuff in black and white terms.

I am tired of entire narrative with this, "ahhh india attacked civillians!"

Civilian deaths are to be mourned. They shouldn't happen. I pray for their families but the attack was never targeting civilians- unlike what Pak did last night. Which I will get to shortly.

So, it was a calculated retaliation (on terrorist sites) to Pahalgam which was fucking horrific and bone chilling. The entire country was chilled.

And yes. Pahalgam is backed by Pakistan. It has been a pattern. Here is a video to get you started on this mess, entire history of kashmir conflict and what not. The history of terrorism. It has sources linked.

Let's get to last night now.

I live in the state adjacent to a border one. My hometown itself was one of the places which was rained by missiles. My family could hear the blasts, the crackling noise till 2 am. My baby cousin was crying scared. All was dark and the only light was of missiles.

Pakistan attacked civillian cities, alongside the ones with army bases. They did not give a fuck.

I don't know how it isn't clear what the country is trying to do already.

I am just so sick. Hoping no escalation happens. We don't need a war. No one does. But stop painting India in red. Pakistan isn't the victim. They haven't been from a while.

Final words? Asking the common citizens of both countries to stay safe.