My Grandma's Teaching Me To Crochet And Its Going Pretty Good So Far :))

zamindari was formally abolished in Bengal about 70 years ago but dudes will still seriously brag about being the "zAmiNdar hOuse's eldEst sOn"and these guys always turn out to be complete imbeciles. like nobody gives a rat's ass about you being a 'zamindar' back in your village home. y tf u so proud that your ancestors were feudal lords who exploited peasants???

hate it when people tell me calm down bro my 'jiya' is extremely 'beqarar'

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

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

i think the reason i love dead poet’s society so much is just how it portrays this ideal teenage experience. getting up to mischief in the late hours of the night. a big band of friends you can mess around with. and discovering your own sense of individuality in a world where you conform or die. and then there’s this brilliant teacher who cares so much that he changes these kids lives. and it’s just beautiful.

and what’s most sad is how all this is ripped away from the characters and the viewers. in the end the merry times are but a memory. the band of friends grows and falls apart. and it shows how there’s the sense of you have to grow up and those childhood days have to be left behind.

i love it because there’s this life that i want captured on television, and it makes me sad that i can’t reach this ideal. then i feel a little better when i see that even this ideal can’t be met or sustained really. but it’s heartbreaking to think that i can’t have that. that all these brilliant things that happen just fall apart.

[and i know this isn’t really what the story is about but it’s what i see when i look at it]

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 me reblogging this 3 days before my bangla exam

americans will complain about english spelling

meanwhile bengalis out here feeling PAIN

why are there three different ways to write “r” and “sh”? three ways to write “n”? if you write ক in the middle of a word it can mean just “k”, “kaw”, or “ko”, and don’t worry, কো also makes the “ko” sound too and it’s hard to find which is used where

don’t even get me started on when you start to combine consonants together

thank you bengali, so much

Twenty-three

One day you wake up and you’re twenty-three and you can’t remember what it feels like to be seventeen but you still cry to your mother after a bad day and you look a little older but you don’t really feel it. One day you’re twenty-three and your great-aunt is telling you how mature you look and how you grew a little taller but inside you still remember sitting under the oak tree reading with no meetings tomorrow and no rent to pay and the only thing you can think about is how at seventeen you thought at twenty-three you would know everything and now you can’t remember how you got from there to here. But seventeen-year-old you was wrong because you know only some things and not everything.

You know that coffee tastes better in the mornings and your home isn’t your home anymore; it’s “Mum and Dad’s”. You know your car needs servicing every six months and groceries are harder to do after breakups. She liked cookie dough and walnuts and strawberry-flavored milk and now every time you go to the store you can’t buy spaghetti without remembering it was a Friday night and she kissed you for the first time and the heat from her skin could have set your entire place on fire. One day you’re twenty-three and you’re trying to explain to a seventeen-year-old all the mistakes you made so they won’t make them too, when all you really want is for someone to realize you still don’t have the first clue.

─ Courtney Peppernell, Pillow Thoughts

anyone else failing to be an academic hero this year?

i believe that listening to kun faya kun will cleanse me spiritually