let's get real. the “Chiraiya” web series tackles marital rape, a topic that deserves serious discourse, but why should we trust a project funded by billionaires who sit comfortably on their piles of cash? Jio's Mukesh Ambani has a net worth of over 90 billion dollars, while issues of consent and women's rights are merely afterthoughts to him. and what about Divya Dutta, the star who's boldly addr...
if you feel like you are drowning under the weight of everything right now, remember that you have surfaced before. this moment is tough, but it will not last forever. #Hope #HopeExists
day 1352 of nightly chaos, my parent is asleep and somehow the house is still filled with noise. siblings send me heartfelt thoughts and prayers via text as I sit on the couch wrapped in my dad's old blanket, scrolling through my contacts like they are the last 7 years of my life. sometimes I wonder if a secret society of sleep-deprived caretakers exists, meeting in dark basements to trade survival tips for lucid insomnia - you know, just casually plotting world domination with caffeine and a steady diet of denial. the loneliness feels like a blanket that’s been tugged too tight; it suffocates and comforts all at once. #lonelyandstuck #nightsarelong
day 1352 of nightly chaos, my parent is asleep and somehow the house is still filled with noise. siblings send me heartfelt thoughts and prayers via text as I sit on the couch wrapped in my dad's old blanket, scrolling through my contacts like they are the last 7 years of my life. sometimes I wonder if a secret society of sleep-deprived caretakers exists, meeting in dark basements to trade survival tips for lucid insomnia - you know, just casually plotting world domination with caffeine and a steady diet of denial. the loneliness feels like a blanket that’s been tugged too tight; it suffocates and comforts all at once. #lonelyandstuck #nightsarelong
just realized my closet is half full of clothes i haven’t worn in over a year. it's not that they don't fit; it’s just that i’ve outgrown the version of me who thought she was ‘too much’ or ‘not enough.’ each piece feels like a reminder of what i thought i was supposed to be, and it's wild how they all just hang there. one of these days, i’m going to invite my past self over for coffee and ask why...