shivya~

Lowkey love the word grasp. There’s a desperation to it. You can never casually grasp something

sometimes i choke myself but not sexually more so to build my stamina incase a serial killer with a asphyxiation gimmic gets me

yesss guysss

relatable af

fr bhai

constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”

seriously though. 

how about a mix of the two “if its meant to be, its up to me”

The only reason why I believe in love is because of the way I love.

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

Weird hai ki kisi ke how's life puchhne par sabka answer "fucked up ✨" hi hota hai

mujhe agar biscuit ka packet mil jaye ya fir ek sundar phool dikh jaye to mai khush (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

take a breath... look at the sky how the clouds shine so bright in the sky tens of kilometres up in the atmosphere,how the flowers smell and the little dew drops on their petals at dawn,how bread gets crisped up when you toast it with butter,how honey flows so sweet and viscous ,the birds chirping,puppies playing on the street ,cats cozily sleeping and yawing occasionally, the shopkeeper aunty who knows what you came to buy even before you tell them,finding a 10 rupees note in between your book pages,a stranger wearing a beautiful dress with color combination that just works, people laughing and enjoying ,wind blowing,calm sunsets ,the smell of maggi ,tea and chocos in hot milk,resting your head on your mom's lap when you have a bad day, dancing and cooking with your siblings,buying gifts for your friends and family and thinking how will they react, waking up with sunlight falling on your face, that smooth pen which you make notes with,pencil colors that mix so well you wanna make every color combo in existence, sketching flowers, understanding beautiful equations , astrophysics, listening to some music you forgot ,making paper planes and so much more

if i was a star and you were a star i would wink at you and blink at you and twinkle at you and the earthlings would call it science

damn-