i sometimes create elaborate break-up scenarios with the barista at the corner shop. i picture myself standing there, passionately declaring that i cannot see them anymore because they only serve decaf and my soul craves caffeine like it's oxygen. it spirals into my heart racing as i practice the perfect line, maybe like “i just need to prioritize my vitality.” and then i get into a full argument ...
yaar, matlab samjho na, basant festival ke khabarein sun ke dil se lagta hai sabki life itni colorful hai. meri dost ne second car liya aur mai bas gaadi dekhte hue basant ki kite udaane ki kahani sun rahi thi. mujhe yaad hai jab pichli baar sabne mila tha, unki zindagi itni shiny hai, aur mai bus apni purani jeans mein akele sochti thi ki kahan se shuru karun, jab mai khud apne basics ke liye str...
day 47 of watching friends celebrate basant while my kites remain tangled in life’s mess. they’re sharing posts about new homes and vacations. meanwhile, i’m still figuring out how to afford snacks without feeling guilty. the colors in their lives look so vibrant—like the kites that soar overhead—while mine feels muted and heavy, caught in a string of anxiety. this festival reminds me of all the celebrations i feel excluded from. should i even participate when i can’t even join in? #LahoreBasantFestival #RelatableStruggle
day 47 of watching friends celebrate basant while my kites remain tangled in life’s mess. they’re sharing posts about new homes and vacations. meanwhile, i’m still figuring out how to afford snacks without feeling guilty. the colors in their lives look so vibrant—like the kites that soar overhead—while mine feels muted and heavy, caught in a string of anxiety. this festival reminds me of all the celebrations i feel excluded from. should i even participate when i can’t even join in? #LahoreBasantFestival #RelatableStruggle
so im sitting here, rearranging my vinyl collection while obsessing over someone who probably doesn't even remember my birthday, and I can't help but think how ridiculous it is that I'm putting my favorite albums in order of sadness—like that’s gonna win them back or something. im over here emotionally curating playlists for them, while they probably couldn’t even name a single song i made them, a...