uttermonstrosity

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there are hugs and then there are lag-jaa-gale-ki-phir-ye-haseen-raat-ho-na-ho hugs

everything went downhill ever since my father sold his motorcycle

Sometimes fanfiction is a love letter to canon, and sometimes fanfiction is pounding on canon's door and yelling for it to get out here so you can kick its ass.

don’t mind me just serving grimy lewks to future bae

2 seconds later…

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Everyone: —

Veer: (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง (ง'̀-'́)ง

Saba: *exists*

Veer: ໒( ♥ ◡ ♥ )७

i would do unspeakable things to have Benoit Blanc show up at Hampden College when Bunny's body is discovered

she was mai tera part of kalank but he was love storiyan in kesariya

anyone else failing to be an academic hero this year?

got myself a black lucknow chikankari kurta and it has led to a significant reduction in my problems

lie with me by philippe besson // unknown // unknown // cigarette daydreams - cage the elephant // the perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky // nothing new - taylor swift, ft phoebe bridgers // unknown // editors letter by tavi gevinson // betty - taylor swift

(if you know who wrote 2, 3, & 7 pls lmk!!)

happy samhain

Derry Girls really said that life is not a linier series of events and the worst parts of your life can and will co-exist with the best parts and there is no telling if and when those will be. So you just have to try and make the best of every situation as it comes to you.

And they were right.

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

hOly sHit

being an older sibling is like. you've never known a life without me. mom yelled at me and it taught her she never wanted to yell at you. I painted my room purple and grey and then you did too. we live in the same house but I haven't spoken to you in months. I don't know your favorite color. I saw it was going to rain so I picked you up from school on my way home so your books wouldn't get wet. i was so worried when you woke up sick when you were three. you don't remember being sick. mom and dad made their worst mistakes with me and I'm glad they didn't make them with you. I'm doing everything for the first time so you won't be in the dark. I don't know any of your friend's names anymore. I used to know them all. if something happens to mom and dad you won't have to worry because everything will fall to me. you don't like to be home alone but even if you don't see me just knowing I'm there makes you feel better. at least that's what mom told me. you still give me jars to open for you because you can't quite get them. I only see you during dinner. i'd never even think about missing one of your concerts. I stand at the counter when I eat and now you do, too. when offered a selection of books you picked the same one I did when i was your age. I'm terrified you compare yourself to me. I love you. I don't know if you like me. I want you to. mom says dinner's ready

less romanticizing high school more media about how being 17 is the worst human experience imaginable

happy 21st of september people

Rest in Peace Jean-Luc Godard (1930-2022)

Quick while everyone’s distracted unify Ireland

ding dong the queen is dead

the new counterculture needs to be anything that involves zero makeup and curation. the revolution will not be ‘content creator’-able.

for ppl that are getting their igcse/gcse results today, how are we feeling?

Will: I can hear him, feel him…

Mike: is he… is he saying anything now?

Vecna: personally, luv, I wouldn’t waste time on him. That outfit he came in was atrocious and you know it. He wore her favorite colors and didn’t even offer you a handshake or anything? Dearie? Do better you deserve much more than that. Anyway your mom friend is gay and my new puppet boy is madly in love with him. Steve ain’t it? A beauty that one.

Will:… I don’t.. I don’t feel comfortable saying everything. But he judged my life choices..

“Not everyone can be gay in stranger things! It was the 80s!”

Just wait until they hear about the Dead Poets Society fandom and the Marauders Era fandom

I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months

i think internships are helpful. doing an internship this summer has really helped me realize that there's absolutely no way im doing a 9-5 job with a one-day weekend for the rest of my life. also i might actually consider studying architecture at uni

my own private idaho is actually a movie about how so many things can change so quickly, how someone who you thought would be in your life forever could grow so distant over just a few days. the movie has SO many scenes of mike and scott being happy together in the first half and even beyond that, scenes where they just burst out into laughter or cause chaos and just spend time together; the only reason the movie is sad is because the ending casts a shadow of impermanence over the rest of the story. it’s like watching home videos of good memories from a distant past, or looking through old photographs of a time where things felt ok. the movie is actually about the overwhelming nothingness of life, there’s not really an “ending” in the real world that wraps stories up into little bows; things just keep going on and on. you just end up back on the road again. it’s just about the story of a few days where something big happens, even if it’s little in the scope of everything. but most importantly it’s a movie about gay sex.

man the derry girls finale had me sobbing