my eleven year old brother didn’t have to make me this emo on a random thursday night

This wrecks me every single time.

Being wine drunk in a walkable city feels like being the mayor

A younger brother is a gift that keeps giving, I cannot stop laughing. This was my first Dussehra away from India btw-

Kya hari chutney banayi aaj maine waah, poora Dilli sheher mere haath mein basta hai

Only this. In my head. All the fucking time.

21 degrees in mid Sept, AM I DREAMING?????

Well, they say the sky's the limit And to me that's really true

Edinburgh this evening<3

Mark Foster for MARVIN ⬛ Issue 14 on stands now

off to another great hang

Main marna chahti hun because meri tabiyat kharab hai

A perfect poem about the joys of NOT writing by Ha Jin: