briefcase.

+1½ hour remaining lecture.

i cannot get myself to watch sad movies, cannot listen to sad songs, cannot read a prose on hurt, cannot recite beautiful melancholic poetry. all of it because of this underlying fear i have. that one day when something despite all of this avoidance makes me sad, how much of what i feel would be real and how much of it is my brain confusing it with everything i consumed and turning it into a bigger deal than it is. i honestly don't think i can trust myself with that uncertainty. cause the ache always stays. somehow it is always easier to remember moments that hurt than those that made you laugh out loud once, eased your heart, and shined through your eyes so bright.

day 1 of cycling part 2: time: thirty mins status: ded. can't breathe, evrything hurts like a bij. thankyou.

wanna get back to cycling aaj se

i COULD neverrrr 😭

I LOVE HERRRR ‼️‼️

the song is trash but hehe 😭

CAN YOU DO THIS PART PLEASE

oh please i have a request for you!!

this song feels so seventeen and i cannot explain it any better.

mwah ek dum 😔‼️

is it actually funny though? the trailler didn't do it for me really.

spiders in this universe, that universe bla bla bla.

maine nai karni kisi se baat, sab ye movie wo movie sunane lage hai. merko samajh ghanta kuch nai aa raha.