nessnote

i’m lowkey proud of myself for not giving in to overconsumption for a long while now. everywhere i look, people are constantly buying and buying and buying. it’s an endless loop of "just one more thing." and sometimes i want to tell them to stop, to maybe think about why nothing ever feels enough, but then i realise it’s not really my place to intervene. still, i haven’t done any of that in ages, and i’m genuinely content with it.

मच्छर teri mkc fr

the wretched world of verbalising things.

so rich hu

but if everyone’s yearning then who's yearned for?

it feels physically, visibly impossible and illegal to wake up at 6, drag yourself through endless travel, and go to that boring hole every single morning. especially now that i don’t even have a crush there anymore. he used to function like an energy drink, caffeine, motivation, serotonin, everything. guys crushes are awesome, i definitely do not recommended having one tho.

last year was practice. last month was practice. last week was practice. yesterday was practice. today was practice.

going back to my roots, lessgo. missed this so much man.

the plot of "the rover" by aphra behn is so fucking complicated. everyone’s dueling with everyone and so much of unwanted confusion. and why are these guys harassing every women they see? i don’t understand anything but i have a feeling that it's going to be a fun read. i haven’t started a serious reading of the text (yet). will do dat now ig

mujhe bohot zor se delete aa rha h but i won't 🤬

i should steal mom's sweaters more often