Khyati Oswal

strawberries in a woven basket, fresh baked bread, the smell of soil and hanging herbs…

have to thank tumblr for romanticizing absolutely everything. i'll be washing dishes and peeling oranges thinking of love languages its insane

huge shoutout to trees and also rain

I love evil women. Maybe some day I’ll marry one and she’ll kill anyone who’s ever said a bad thing about me. Cute

I love evil women. Maybe some day I’ll marry one and she’ll kill anyone who’s ever said a bad thing about me. Cute

we are all just sitting in our own little bedrooms all across the world with our headphones in listening to our little songs aren’t we

Eldest daughters, arent you tired of de escalating? Dont you just wanna go ape shit?

“Mine.” “Yours.” Is the cutest exchange ever like it makes me soft

Being ace is either feeling like the whole damn world is laughing at some REALLY funny joke which ONLY YOU just cant understand and noone is bothering to explain it to you OR feeling like you are just sitting in the corner and sipping your juice calmly while the whole world is on fire and people are running around screaming 

Don’t listen to that voice in your head that says you aren’t good enough. Because you are good enough, and will always be.