I Have A Deeply Hidden And Inarticulate Desire For Something Beyond The Daily Life.

I hate when I say things like "oh I want an ipod classic but with bluetooth so I can use wireless headphones" and some peanut comes in and replies with "so a smartphone with spotify?" No. I want a 160GB+ rectangular monstrosity where I can download every version of every song I want to it and it does nothing except play music and I don't need a data connection and don't have to pay a subscription to not have ads and don't have popups suggesting terrible AI playlists all over the menus.

Gimme the clicky wheel and song titles like "My Chemical Romance- The Black Parade- Blood (Bonus Track)- secret track- album rip- high quality"

On Friendship.

All roads unfortunately lead back to tumblr.

Bob Ross and Peapod the Pocket squirrel (1984)

Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.

Nikita Gill (via thoughtkick)

Websites to learn languages by reading

Hyplern

Language Crush

Readlang

Vocab Tracker

some essays to fill your time

Just a bunch of things I've read recently.

The Authoritarian Roots of India's Democracy by Tripurdaman Singh

Why is Everything So Ugly?

Casual Viewing by Will Tavlin

“You are Next”: Unmarried Urban Women in India and the “Marriage Talk” by Shilpa Phadke

Crossing Days by Thomas Dai

Inside the Indian Manosphere by Lhendup Bhatia

Optimism and Desperation by Camilla Grudova

Everyone is Cheating Their Way Through College by James Walsh

Blunt-Force Ethnic Credibility by Som-Mai Nguyen

When My Authentic is Your Exotic by Soniah Kamal

The discontent of Russia by Joy Neumeyer

On anti-political projects by Kat Rosenfield

'Correcting' historical wrongs is a slippery slope by Manu Pillai

mm I love feeling things. love when something makes me want to run face first into it. i don't care if its love, grief, anger, happiness or dread even. i love when them to engulf me. i love people who make me feel things. i really just want to hold them in my palm and like swallow them whole. i love running my hands through things like grass, hold it against the wind, hold water in them and so much more. gosh there's so much feeling in me i want to tear my hair out and run into a wall.

“how could you have forgotten that” i forget Everything. unless i remember

Almond Chu - The Bride with White Hair, 2001