Mar 23, 2022
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i love little forms of affection. like touching their arm when they're nervous and just smiling at them to let them know youre there. bringing extra food for them because you know they love the way your mother makes her poha. brushing away the hair from their face so they can see better. fixing their collar and patting their shoulder when done. wiping away the little dot of ink they splattered on their face when they were writing and their pen leaked. knees touching. standing beside them and leaning on them because you know they will be there for you to lean on them, both physically and metaphorically. keeping an extra pen in your bag because you know they always forget theirs. holding their hand protectively when youre crossing the road. the eye contact that lingers just a second longer and the smile that follows. "did you reach home safe?", "i made this for you", " i know you wanted this so here it is", "i know how you like your tea/coffee", "i know exactly which chocolate you like and how much you can eat in one go", "this made me think of you", "here's a picture of a pretty sunset i saw". all of them just say "i love you" and honestly it makes me feel better that maybe, just maybe, there really is love in everything
oliver singing all of you to connor on their wedding is one of the softest things ive seen in a while im not crying you are dont touch me-
plesae kill me i am blushing
'Fuck this shit I'm out' will be my theme song rn
Are you ever having a good time and then just... The big sad comes.... And you're like... Well fuck there goes my 3 minutes of happiness
So we were going downstairs for Holika Dahan and dad was like "both of you have to make atleast one friend. I want their name, class and age" to me and my brother, considering we've been in this society for more than a year and we don't know anybody. So obviously i was like "wtf i can't do that i don't have enough social energy rn" BUT i outsmarted him and now a 4 yr old girl who's in ukg is my friend now and she's going to throw water balloons at me tomorrow and rub my face in gulaal. If this isn't progress, idk what is 😎
do you ever reach a point where.. you dont even cry anymore? you just sigh and move on. though it keeps piling up and one day you breakdown