bullshitting to all

brakes are there to accelerate you

Your heart is sick, your mind is sick, your soul is sick but craving medicine will do no good.Nothing external is an ampule for the self-constructed. It all lies in the choices you make independently, aligned with a mutual intent to meet your own needs.

Remember when you thought people in their 20s were adults? Hahahahaha (help me)

is it that people around me don't influence me with their charm or their actions or is it i who resist their idea, to change myself according to them, even for good or bad. i do get influenced now, i have fixed it and try to shape into a better form observing people around me, but i still can't find the reason that what was in the past which acted as an obstacle for this growth

the price to minimalism will always be complexity

the level of serotonin my brain releases on sight of green or white covered mountains

Heaven forbid if beauty were to have substance. Genuine beauty is always meaningless, without virtue. It goes without saying

the urge to do evil is crawling up on me like spiderman's black suit

and two months, this is too easy lol

तुम बहुत कुछ हो मेरा, पर सब कुछ नहीं। कुछ कहानियां तुम्हारी, कुछ पंक्तियां मेरी, संयोग से ही सही, कुछ कविताएं हैं हमारी।

मैं तेरा

तुम मेरी? मैं दिन-रात सा, तुम शाम सयानी, तुम चुराई हुई बात, मैं अफ़वाह तुम्हारी। मैं तुम्हारा, यह बात मैं तुमसे भी छुपाऊं, कोई कवि तुम, मैं अधूरा लेख तुम्हारा। अधूरा क्यों? शायद वह भी हक है तुम्हारा। कड़वा सच हो तुम, मैं झूठ तुम्हारे हजार लिखूं। जितने झूठ लिखे हैं, उनके आगे मिठास लिखूं। मैं तेरा, और तुम बहुत कुछ हो मेरी। पर शायद अभी, बस एक कविता हो मेरी।

My glasses are the thing I hate most about my face, but there are certain good things about glasses that other people might not understand. I like to take my glasses off and look out into the distance. Everything goes hazy, as in a dream, or like a zoetrope—it's wonderful. I can't see anything that's dirty. Only big things—vivid intense colors and light are all that enters my vision. I also like to take my glasses off and look at people. The faces around me, all of them, seem kind and pretty and smiling. What's more, when my glasses are off, I don't ever think about arguing with anyone at all, nor do I feel the need to make snide remarks. All I do is just blankly stare in silence. But actually glasses are the worst. Any sense of your face disappears when you put them on. Glasses obstruct whatever emotions that might appear on your face—passion, grace, fury, weakness, innocence, sorrow. And it's curious how it becomes impossible to try to communicate with your eyes. Glasses are like a ghost. The reason I hate glasses so much is because I think the beauty of your eyes is the best thing about people. Even if they can't see your nose or if your mouth is hidden, I think that all you need are eyes—the kind of eyes that will inspire others, when they are looking into them, to live more beautifully. My eyes are just big saucers, nothing more to them. When I look closely at them in the mirror, it's disappointing. Even my mother says I have unremarkable eyes. You might say that there is no light in them. They're like lumps of charcoal—it's that unfortunate. See what I mean? It's dreadful. When I see them in the mirror—every time—I think to myself, I wish I had nice eyes that sparkled softly. Eyes like a deep blue lake, or eyes that look as if they reflect the big sky that you might look up at while lying in a lush green meadow, with clouds floating by every so often. You might even see the shadows of birds in them

I am disgustingly self aware, there’s nothing u can tell me that I havent spent weeks reflecting on

visible ship of theseus reference :p 👆