delhi winters I’m racing back to recreate

in a moment of vulnerability, I'd like to admit that I'd love for a guy to go down on his knees (in public, might I add), sing chaand mera dil and confess his undying love for me and if anyone calls this cringe, I'd like to transfer the blame to farah khan and absolve myself

"and jacob elordi thinks he’s nicole kidman"

need to makeout with a guy when he has his geeky glasses on

Christmas soon New Yorker cover December 19, 1942 by Garrett Price

Joy Laforme, Winter Lights

that’s what life is all about baby

would rather seek comfort from a random stranger than my own mother

was invited to select books for the library and I had not felt this responsible in awhile

should I meet longtime casual situationship or ditch

wore the coat after so long and clicked a lift selfie after so long, felt nice

a meet up is followed by another meet up where the previous meet up is dissected and analysed upon followed by significant regrouping and organisational changes (read: ingroup/outgroup for better context)

The New Yorker 1937

god where’s a man with brown hair and juicy biceps and slutty glasses when u need one !!!🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

the hottest thing is confidence, you like a man when he yearns, respects and can talk but everything traces back to a fuckload of confidence

we underestimate cultural fit cuz the past 8 months have taught me just that

maybe getting bored in a simple role is better than getting mind-fucked in a complicated one

aise faaltu replies dene mein bhaut mazza aata hai

I was wrong, the real mind fucking is when you’re bored at the job