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@kabiza777
Hey sis, I’ve been wanting to tell you something from my heart. Can I text you in private?
Yes, of course!
Hi!! I love your blog <3 I've always wanted to read blogs where girls talk about girly things (which I can rarely find nowadays), so I'd love if you could have that :)
Hi, thank you so much for the love! Do you have any specific topics you're looking to read about? I usually write based on things that happen in my life, but I can definitely try to write something that applies to one of your topics!
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abortion is perfectly normal
Nothing, and I mean ABSOLUTELY nothing justifies stopping a woman from receiving an abortion.
Not the bible, not your religion, not "moral ethics", not science, and not the fact "it's not fair for the child".
Sure, if it's medically dangerous or impossible to proceed with an abortion than you can't have an abortion, simple as that.
But, when people have the audacity to tell me that I can't do something with MY body? It makes me want to get 10 abortions just for fun.
Ok, maybe that wasn't the way to go but I do say that when I'm arguing with guys who genuinely think getting an abortion is bad.
The main point that someone said and that stuck with me was that if I got pregnant from having sex, I knew the consequences going into the action. Thus me having an abortion is wrong.
Sure, I did know that pregnancy was a possibility. But so did the guy I had sex with. Yet, he has the easy option of abandoning me or staying with me and not having to actually carry the child for nine months AND face the aftereffects of it.
So why am I the only one getting punished? Why do women have to get punished and have laws governing their bodies when the men have just as much of a part in the actions causing the pregnancy?
And if the main concern is that a life is getting killed? There are a million other ways ACTUAL lives are being taken and killed right now.
Rapists, domestic abusers, child abusers, school shootings, cannibals, genocides, poverty, malnutrition, sicknesses, and 999 991 more reasons.
Yet you look past all those and come and tell me that me choosing to kill the thing in my body is a crime.
Sure, the thing in my uterus could have cured cancer or become the next Prime Minister. The same chances go for every other person on this earth. Every person facing problems from their government, other governments, other people.
Yet, all of a sudden, the clump of cells in me might have the chance to do something great.
If you're going to advocate so strongly against abortion, then advocate even more strongly against genocides, wars, poverty, rapists, domestic abusers, felons, and cannibals.
I always thought it was ironic that being against abortion gets you called a pro-lifer when in fact you not only ruin the life of the mother but that fetus too.
love knows no bounds
I never want my love for another person to be restricted by their religion, race, or ethnicity. I couldn't care less if the person I date practices another religion.
I started thinking about this after hearing about a guy I know say he wouldn't date someone who wasn't the same religion as him.
I've always thought that love is pure and endless. That when you actually love someone, their differences from you won't matter. I hate that now I have to take into account for my religion being a factor that ruins my chances at love.
I know, if it's meant to be it will be. But truly, how can we let factors that are not in our control affect who we decide to love.
I was born into Hinduism, yet I love practicing it. I was born as a brown person, it's not something I can change. I'm Sri Lankan Tamil, I can't change that.
I hate that a person limits who they can have a relationship with just because of them not practicing the same religion. It's so dumb. Who cares if you and your significant other don't share the same culture? Learn one another's.
Life's too short and too hectic as it is. Why bother adding mental limitations that only negatively affect us?
I've always had to worry whether a guy I liked would be into brown girls. Now I have to worry about the million other subgroups I fit into and whether he's into them.
I'm just kidding. i couldn't care less. But, you must see my point now. I know that my person will love all aspects of who I am. I also know that most people are stuck up on the uncontrollable aspects of other people.
The one thing that really irks me is when religion becomes a inhibitor. All religions are beautiful, and interfaith relationships are just as beautiful. Yes, it comes with confusion and hardships. You might have to spend hours learning the other religion, spend time engaging in religious events, and spend time listening to religious speech. But you love that other person. So do it.
Although it may be hard, why let intangible factors prevent who you love?
I understand preferences, yet I also understand that when you love someone, you LOVE them. If you do love them so much, none of this matters, because you will always find a way to make it work.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that we should love without limits, for love knows no bounds.
I'm so coffee shop fangirl
oh how I wish I lived a life like Aven
quit brainrot. unfollow trolls. read essays. go down rabbit holes. have a calendar. maintain a todo list. read old books. watch old movies. turn on dnd. walk with intent. eat without youtube. chew more. train without music. plan for 15 mins. execute. organise your desk. take something seriously. read ancient scripts. act fast. find bread. eat clean. journal. save a life. learn to code. read poetry. create art. stay composed. refine your speech. optimise for efficiency. act sincere. help people. be kind. stop doing things that waste your time. follow your intuition. craft reputation. learn persuasion. systemise your day (or don't). write. write. write. write more. iterate violently. leave your phone at home. walk to the grocery store. talk to strangers. feed the dogs. visit bookstores. look for 1800s novels. experience art. then love. sit with a monk and offer them lunch. don't talk shit about people. embody virtue. sit alone. do something with your life. what do you want to create? turn off your mind. play. play a sport. combat sports. notice fonts in trees. fall in love. notice patterns on a table. visualise it. talk to people with respect. don't hate. be loving. be real. become yourself. cherrypick your qualities. discard the useless. rejections aren't permanent. invite what aligns. accept what does not. read great people. be different. choose different. do great work. let it consume you. lose your mind. value your time. experience life.
comparison is the saviour of joy
This might be my most controversial take I'll make thus far but I'm going to say it because I just don't care.
I realized recently that I don't have to be scared to do anything because there are people who have done so much worse and they still live a better life than me.
Now, let me explain before you jump to conclusions.
I don't have to be scared to wear a new outfit, go talk to someone new, try a different hairstyle, or even ask someone out.
I don't have to be scared to do anything, I don't have to fear judgement. Everyone judges, even I do. It's not a foreign concept neither is it taboo. Judging isn't bad, it's forming an opinion. How you judge and how much you judge is what takes it from good to bad.
Back to the actual topic, I don't have to care whether the people at my school will think something of me or if the people at the mall will stare too hard at me.
Who cares?
When there are people who have raped people, killed people, hell, even ate people, and don't face any consequences. When society lets rapists get away from their mistakes or when they let child abusers walk free without judgement.
Why does it matter what I do. I'm not saying I'm doing anything bad. I'm just saying that if people so horrible can live life without a care in the world, I'm sure I can too.
Maybe I sound stupid, but guess what? I don't care.
You shouldn't care either. Form your opinion off of your judgement of this post. Say what you want, reblog it, like it, maybe even report it.
This comparison just made me understand that I don't have to worry about what society thinks because society still hasn't got its head on its shoulders.
Now, go be free. Do what you want to do without a care in the world.
Do it scared, do it excited, do it unprepared. Who cares?
They do say comparison is the thief of joy, but this comparison did the opposite for me.
New blog article coming out tomorrow
If you’ve been online you might have stumbled upon a very niche group that revolves around the aesthetics of yoga, specifically in the 2000’
In this article I’m going to shortly focus on the resurgence of the “2000’s yoga woman archetype” and what her resurface could mean
I also made a playlist not too long ago inspired by this aesthetic🩷
the things I'd do to be exactly this
"hb" vs "hg"
For the past, maybe 1-2 weeks, I've spent an alarmingly long time on Instagram. Not texting, watching reels. Want to know the one thing I noticed in about 90% of the reels I got that were supposed to be funny or relatable? It used the acronym/short form, "hb". No, it doesn't mean husband or how about, it means homeboy.
You might be wondering, "Kabiza, how is this something to talk about?" Well let me explain. When I sent these reels to my friends, who are all girls by the way, they asked me, "Who's your hb?"
I don't have a hb, but when every single reel only uses "hb," what am I supposed to send my girl friends?
Fine, not every reel uses "hb," some use "hg" too. Guess which ones though? The ones that talk about how the "hg" is always in a new relatonship every other week, how she hates so many girls, how she's just so focused on boys.
When it comes to a "hb", he's allowed to be funny, relatable, even "cool". The "hg" though, anything worth saying about her has to be about a guy.
It's not that big of a problem some of you might think, but when it's the message I'm constantly getting, it gets repetitive and even manipulative in a sense.
We all know media uses subliminal messages and undertones to get us to believe something, buy something, and think something. When this is the type of content being pushed out by creators, what are we supposed to think?
What's the message? That women can't have an identity separate from a man in their life? Why do the men always get to be the funny and relatable ones? Why can't, for once, a girl be the one that's done something absolutely hilarious. That's done something so cool and new that everyone wants to do it?
When we see this constantly, we normalize it. It isn't normal though. It's not something to look past or look straight on and just tolerate. It's something to question. It's something to oppose.
Whether it be videos on Instagram or Tiktok, whether it be in real life, when you realize the stereotypes being brought up, challenge them.
the deafening silence
I used to wait for my phone to buzz, for him to text, for me to reply, smiling. Always smiling, always excited, always wanting more.
It's stupid we only talked for five days, it's stupid because I'm better than this and I know it.
But when someone focuses on you more than anyone has ever focused. When someone asks you questions about things you've always wanted to talk about. When someone "sees" you for you. It's different. It's like a new part of you has been unlocked that just wants more and more.
When that same person asks something that feels like a slap to the face, I reply a one number response, I turn off my phone, I sob.
When I open my phone again, I'm blocked.
All because I didn't want to send him a picture of something I would never take a picture of.
More than the moments leading upto it, the moments after it are the worst.
I cried and cried and it felt like I was waiting for something that I knew was never going to happen.
I know I'm better than this and I know if it was someone else I would tell them to pull their shit together. I do tell myself to pull my shit together. Do I ever succeed? Probably not.
It's so boring. The only word that comes to my mind is boring. No more talking nonstop, no more laughs, and even though I know I still have everything I had before, it's like I just want to talk to him.
Sometimes I think maybe I should've replied differently, maybe I shouldn't have said no and I should've said maybe.
But no, the first thing that came to my mind was to reply with 0. My first instinct was to say no because those were my morals and values. Because I didn't want to send him anything.
I know I made the right choice, but god, the way I wish I had continued the conversation and looked past it. The way, maybe now we would still be talking, and he would still like me.
Did he ever like me? Maybe not. But I liked him. Hell, he was the first guy I had ever talked to. Of course I was stupid and vulnerable but that doesn't make it any different.
The worst part of all this is that it happened on the day of love: Valentine's Day. While everyone else was celebrating love, I was cursing myself out for being such a dumb idiot and actually falling for someone.
The funniest part of all this is he asked me if I had any hobbies and I said I liked to write. He asked me questions about it, he cared, he was interested. When I told him I thought no one cared about my dumb blog, he said he cared. Guess what, now you've earned yourself your own post.
So, if you ever encounter a stupid, dumb guy or girl or person who makes you question your morals, do yourself a favour and block them. It's not worth the hassle, the time, or the feelings. Save all that for yourself and continue being you.
representation
All my life I've heard people drone on and on about how important representation is. For once, I actually understand why it's important. Not because somebody finally thumped it into my head, but because I understood that I need representation to keep me alive.
I'm brown, south Asian, Sri Lankan Tamil to be exact. There isn't much representation when it comes to girls like me, or well, people like me. Maybe I'm not looking hard enough, but isn't the point of representation to be noticed by everyone?
I couldn't name more than roughly three people that are like me and are a prominent figure. It's not to say that people like me can't be successful because I know so many people that are talented in a million different ways. It's more to say that growing up, there's always some representation for other kids. They see themselves in an actor, a character in a movie, a character in a book, a model, an athlete, or just a very nice doctor at their local clinic. But me, I see representation every day but never on-screen.
I hate that I think like this and I know I should probably be the difference I want to see. But, sometimes it's hard for me to see how I can be anything when I don't see much happening for people like me. How am I supposed to believe that I can be an author or an astronaut or anything at all when I don't see people like me already being it.
I love how the media has started to represent more than straight, white people as succesful, but it still needs to do better. I want to see someone like me do something cool and I want to see everyone praise them for that. I want to see someone like me be successful. I want that representation to show me that I can do that too.
When the only people I see being successful and doing something I want to do in the future don't look like me, it's so hard to envision myself anywhere. I've slowly started seeing the inclusion of south Asian people into the spotlight but it's not enough. I need more, in fact, I need it so much I don't think I can live without it.
Representation is so, so important because it's the one thing that proves anything and anyone is possible. So when people can just say "there's too much representation"? That's bullshit. If there's "too much representation," why wasn't it a problem when a movie consists of a 99.99999% White cast? Why isn't it a problem when all the athletes on the hockey team are straight white men? Why is it only a problem when a movie has more than two amazing actors of colour? Why is it only a problem when your favourite sports team inducts a new player who's queer? Everything is representation and discrimination against one type of representation is just hate.
Clearly, I strayed from my point, but I guess it was meant to be out there :)
Back to me, I think I'll believe I'm capable of something when I see other people like me doing something. Now, you may question why I can't just be that representation and that's an amazing question. Well, it's not like I'm the first Sri Lankan Tamil girl on the planet. There are millions of people like me so growing up, when I don't see them in the spotlight, I start believing that I can't be in it either.
You know what, after writing all this, I do understand that representation has to start from somewhere. So, I guess I'll try and be the representation I need, but still, I can't wait for the day there's more people like me on the big-screen, in the spotlight, doing what they want and making the most of it.
cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater
You know that feeling when you look upto someone and respect them and then they turn out to be the worst person ever. That's me with almost 60% of the people I know in real life and respected.
I love being righteous. I know it sounds like I'm being overconfident but seriously, I love doing the just and right thing. I expect that of myself and I expect that of the people around me. So naturally, when they do not follow my expectation, I will see them differently.
I do not condone cheating on a test. I know it seems like I'm a teacher's pet, goody two-shoes, nerd, loser, and a weirdo. But if you need to cheat to succeed you were never worthy of success in the first place. I will always have much greater respect for those who fail trying honestly, rather than succeed by dishonesty and cheating.
More than it being morally wrong, it's unfair to the people who actually try. Here's a scenario:
Student A cheats on a test and scores a 85% that goes towards their overall average in their class.
Student B tries their hardest and scores a 65% that goes towards their overall average in their class.
Now in that scenario, do you think it's fair that one student gets amazing grades for something that isn't even an accurate representation of their knowledge and skills? No.
What can we do though? It's not like the students who cheat will read this and think, "hey, maybe I shouldn't cheat because it's wrong." You think they don't know that?
It's the need for a good grade that drives people to the most dire circumstances. This doesn't justify cheating but it is one of the most common reasons I see for people cheating.
More than the students cheating, the teachers don't care. At least where I am. They see the students cheating and ignore it for a reason I can't even think of. Then the same teachers have the audacity to get annoyed that students continue cheating. Who set that system up? Simply telling off a student the first time they cheat is ok, but the second and third times are not. That's when you snatch the test and give them a zero. That's when you call their parents. That's when you tell their guidance counsellor. That's when you do whatever more you can do.
So many schools and academic programs boast about not condoning cheating and prioritizing academic honesty, yet they never follow through. It's always about how it might affect the student's future. That's why you talk to them. If you're not going to sit and have a stern talk with them about why it's wrong and the possible consequences, of course they would do it again.
It drives me insane because I used to look up to some of my classmates because they're smart, motivated, and social. I used to look down on myself because I was not as smart or as motivated or as social. I thought I had to reach their level to even be considered a good student.
Come to find out they cheat on some of their tests without a care in the world. So they're not smart. They're not motivated or disciplined. They're cheaters. And guess what? I'm not a cheater nor will I ever cheat. So I guess by default, I am smarter than them and more motivated than them(which is totally not the point I'm making but hey, I'm not wrong).
This also connects to how in life, people are not who they seem to be. We build an idea of who they are in our heads based on minimal knowledge and percieve them as such. When in reality, they could be the complete opposite.
If there's one thing I learned, it's to never compare myself to anyone without knowing the full story. I might even end up saving myself a whole lot of time feeling inferior and like I need to live upto something.
If there's one thing I hope you learned, it's to always do right by yourself and never second-guess you're values. It's to never compare yourself to someone because you're you and the others are the others.
every minute is a fresh start
I should probably take that title into practice in my own life because right now, I don't. Anytime it's past 12pm I think I've wasted my day and there's no point in doing anything. I always wait for tomorrow. If it's 5:13pm, I'll say I'm going to start working at 5:15pm. But that time comes and passes me and I'll say ok, I'll start working at 5:30pm. I'm stuck in an neverending loop of waiting for the right time.
I started to notice this last year during the spring and like expected, I said, "Ok, I'll fix this later." Well, later turned into never and it's now 2026. I still have this horrible habit of waiting.
Maybe I slacked on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, so my mind immediately goes to waiting until next Sunday to have a fresh start. Why not right now?
Any moment I think I need a fresh start, I'm going to use that second as my fresh start. What difference does it make if I start now or in 30 minutes? If i start now or next month? Nothing other than me being behind.
Especially with it being a new year, for all I wrote before this, maybe this is my fresh start. I know that's the mindset I'm trying to erase but hey, I was given a new year and I should probably use this to be my motivation.
I read somewhere (probably on Tiktok), that January should be a slow month, not a month were you expect to be a completely different person. I think that's the truest thing ever.
There's no point in expecting to be perfect on January 1st, because come on, no one is going to be perfect for a long amount of time. Maybe you spend two weeks diligently following your plans and then you slip up one day. What then? If that was me, I would be demotivated because damn, my streak's over. I did so well but of course, I messed it up.
Instead, I want to start looking at it as ok, I messed up. Where did I mess up? Why did I mess up? How can I prevent this? And end it all off with a pat on my back for being mature about it. Everyone messes up. Your favourite celebrity, the person next door, the random stranger you saw at McDonald's yesterday. There's no reason for one mistake to be the reason you get demotiavated. If that is what it is, then one success should be the greatest motivation ever.
I want to say, be the motivation you keep waiting for. I keep waiting for a Tiktok that's going to get me off my bed and to my desk so I can do my homework. I keep waiting for a reason. Why can't I just be the reason. I have a life. I have goals. I have dreams. I have expectations. Is that not reason enough? It is.
Tiktok and every other social media app has ruined my attention span and my motivation and I want to slowly regain it. I guess that starts with deleting Tiktok. 🤷♀️
But seriously, if anyone has any tips on how to wean off of Tiktok and my phone, I would so, so, so greatly appreciate it!