kiki🍓

poetry l word vomit l bwood enthu l some advice maybe

[kikiscryforhelp]

welcome to the royals, netflix india’s glossy attempt at answering a question no one asked:

“what if bridgerton got lost in jaipur, discovered pinterest, and forgot how emotions work?”

plot?

unclear. somewhere between palace tours and awkward startup metaphors, a love story is trying to breathe. cpr was attempted. it failed.

performances?

ishaan khatter gives his best charming smirk, but even he looks like he’s wondering if the nda lets him blink twice for help.

bhumi pednekar plays the female lead with the enthusiasm of someone who just realized she’s in the wrong script but can’t leave because the catering’s good.

chemistry?

you know that feeling when you microwave two peas hoping they’ll fall in love?

same energy.

dialogue?

picture a wattpad fic written by chatgpt on low battery.

costumes?

exquisite. almost enough to distract you from the emotional vacuum. almost.

cameos?

zeenat aman and sakshi tanwar appear briefly to remind us what actual acting looks like. then they vanish like common sense in the writers’ room.

cultural accuracy?

real-life royals are reportedly horrified. when maharajas say “keep our names out your script,” maybe listen.

final thoughts:

the royals is like ordering a royal thali and receiving overpriced sev puri on fine china.

pretty to look at. no flavor. mild indigestion.

[kikiscryforhelp]

advice no one asked for:

if someone makes you feel confused, drained, or anxious all the time

that’s not a connection.

that’s your gut begging you to leave.

love shouldn’t feel like checking your phone every 5 minutes,

wondering if you said too much.

[kikiscryforhelp]

it’s not kabira that ruins your night.

it’s the fact that you kept loving people who were never going to stay.

the lyrics just remind you.

kabira didn’t break your heart

your taste in emotionally unavailable people did.

blame your playlist all you want,

but maybe stop romanticising people who made you feel like a half-finished verse.

kabira stays.

they didn’t.

[dayaar-e-ishq]

Phir wahi subah subah zindagi mein ek pasandida older man who will make me fix my life ki kami mehsus hote hue.

[kikiscryforhelp]

[thelost-scholar]

[kikiscryforhelp]

“it wasn’t just the cigarette that burnt out”

our love reminds me of nothing but a cigarette

something you never liked.

something that disgusted you.

i light a cigarette at every minor inconvenience,

thinking of all the times i tried to save the spark.

i was the lighter, i had the spark

but somehow, i always felt like the cigarette.

i was the one burning out.

every time the cigarette kissed my lips,

it brought flashes of our best memories.

it rarely hit the same spot,

but just enough to keep me hooked

smoking again and again,

hoping it would hit with the same intensity one day.

with every puff i took,

and every moment we spent together,

the love and the cigarette kept depleting.

i thought:

maybe if i smoked slowly,

gave you space,

i’d have more of you.

but i forgot

even the air makes a cigarette burn.

the more i smoked for the hit,

the more you hated it.

the more gently i smoked,

the more the air took you away.

every time i tried to light the cigarette again,

it hurt more

my hands,

my lungs,

my chest.

so maybe it’s time i stop smoking.

maybe it’s time to do what you always wanted.

but now you’re not here,

and i’m just drowning in silence,

romanticising my solitude.

i love the act of smoking

not because i’m addicted to you.

but because

i’m in love with the feeling of being ruined.

-ki

[celesteablack]

The secret to being a private person is to overshare dumb shit so people think you are an open book but then not tell them any of the important details of your life.

[kikiscryforhelp]

hi.

i don’t really know what this space will become

maybe a dumping ground for midnight thoughts,

maybe a shrine for my too-many feelings,

maybe just a place where i romanticise movies that didn’t ask to be romanticised.

you’ll find:

✨ poetry that sounds like crying on a voice note

✨ advice i probably need to take myself

✨ my (correct) opinions on bollywood movies

✨ the occasional word vomit that reads like a 3am text i never sent

this blog is for the overthinkers.

for the people who pause movies just to feel something.

for the ones who write like it’ll save them.

if you’re here, stay a while.

or don’t.

i’ll be here anyway,

posting from my corner of the room.

—k

[loveridden1999]