This blog is mainly about love, but you can be in love with life without having a small group of friends or a significant other. You can be content on your own!
Listen to music in your bedroom at full volume in your headphones and dance until the sun goes down. Feel every jump hit your soul. It’s the best feeling.
Watch comedies along and laugh as loud as you want!!
Read books! Annotate them just for yourself or future you.
Write letters to the void or to your past or your future.
Talk to yourself. (I do it all the time! It’s the best and does not mean your lonely or ‘crazy’)
Just live your life without the fear of being alone. Being introverted does not mean your broken. If you don’t like parties, don’t go! Stay home on your own and know that it isn’t a bad thing. Be the person who can be happy on their own.
Everyone wants different things! Some people like talking in big groups and sharing their thoughts whereas others like to keep to themselves. Neither needs changing.
Aru: You guys, this is nuts. This morning, I found a lottery ticket on the ground outside the museum, I scratched it off, and I won $18.000!
Mini: Wow! That's amazing!
Rudy: Better luck next time.
Everyone: ....
Rudy: Yes, sorry, from context, I see that is actually a large sum of money.
Incorrect quotes #015
her eyes were the sickly green of the sky before a tornado, and to his horror he discovered she could throw cows around just as easily
diary of a wimpy kid is dark academia bc it’s about a depressed artist pursuing his education
wait what
here its basically the barter system. you tie rakhi, give gifts, and the older cousin/brother has to give you a gift
i hate diwali <3
I'm sorry. But this is fucking funny.
im a one of us is lying a good girls guide to murder the inheritance games girlie by heart
I hate how the booktokification of the “unhinged woman” genre has completely reduced the concept of female rage to just “girlboss” without taking seriously how important it is to unequivocally portray female rage.
Throughout the history of literature, we’ve been given countless instances of women in despair and in sadness but save for a few writers (take Euripides, for example), we’ve rarely ever been given angry women who aren’t the villains or the foil for the perfect poised passive princess. Female rage has constantly been subdued and erased or warped into “she’s just batshit crazy” in pretty much every society.
And now that publishing and media marketing has reduced women showing rage in books to the “white hypersexual girlboss with a knife”, instead of uplifting the way women are allowed to have more dimension and sympathy in their visible anger than ever in literature, the media still isn’t taking this subgenre seriously.
the front seat of the car is a type of confessional
I love fandoms, we’re all just overly emotionally invested in people that don’t actually exist and like none of us are stable
my blog is me it's a compilation of every single thing i love. every dream, every bête noir, every shitpost or meme that entertains my broken sense of humor, everything
"it doesn't matter. I have books, new books, and I can bear anything as long as there are books."
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