Sunidhi Singh

"Too old to be on Tumblr"

[thecoolsunidhi]

It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Nothing in my life so far has managed to make me feel so old. Ew.

[qifrei]

SPIRITED AWAY | 千と千尋の神隠し (2001)

dir. Hayao Miyazaki.

[thecoolsunidhi]

I've never stopped thinking about these little shits

[anotheramorouswriter]

What do you want to be for Halloween?

Someone's first love

[thecoolsunidhi]

I miss him. Well, not him, but the idea of him. I miss what I was capable of feeling when I met him. 

I read a post. It said, 'that guy from your hometown isn't your soulmate. You just miss him because he reminds you of what it feels like to be 17 again.'

And it might be true. 

I don't miss him. 

I miss the person I used to be before him. And during him. It's only ever been downhill from there.

He reminds me of a memorable time in my life that I will never get back. Undeniably, his presence made it a million times better. 

I won't say I want it all back. It didn't work out then, it won't work out now. It'll end the same way and I know it. I am aware. 

But I can't help but jump right back to thinking about it every time anything goes wrong in my life, even in the slightest. 

I've always known myself to be a nostalgic person. But it's been almost ten years. Have I only been suffering for the last ten years? Haven't things gotten better at all? 

He's not even him in my mind anymore. I don't remember what he was like. Hell, I don't even remember what he looked like. To me, he's not a person, he's a feeling, like the high of a drug. He's just an escape from my reality. He's the route I wish I'd taken, and I think about it at every wrong turn. That's all.

[thecoolsunidhi]

Pro tip: if you want to *keep* a relationship, don't go through your partner's phone.

[deactivated-blog]

Reblog this if you think boys deserve flowers and cheek kisses.

[thecoolsunidhi]

All boys do is twitch in their sleep and lie

[thecoolsunidhi]

Everyone always says, having someone in a half-ass way is so much more worse than not having them at all. I see why.

How come you're laying on the same bed as me, unclothed, legs entangled with mine, and all I can think about is how  you can't/don't/won't want me in a way I want you to and how it'll end one day and you'll walk away from me as easily as possible, all the while shattering my whole world and there's nothing I can do about it.

Sometimes, I do want to hurt you. I want to give you atleast half the heartbreak you cause me on an everyday basis. I want to cause you pain. You know why? Because, at least that would mean I matter.

It surprises me, how much heartbreak I take. Where is my breaking point? When does it end?

[thecoolsunidhi]

"And you love me but you don't know who I am"

"So, let me go"

- Let Me Go, 3 Doors Down

[thecoolsunidhi]

Taking pictures of not yourself, but absolutely random things only to send them to a specific person is a love language.

[thecoolsunidhi]

Why r u broken 🙄?

I woke up and chose broken that's why

[thecoolsunidhi]

What even have you given me besides a playlist of a bunch of songs that I'll never listen to again.

[thecoolsunidhi]

I lost faith in love, when I fell in love again.

[thecoolsunidhi]

You can't know what you mean to somebody, unless you see them with other people.

You can't know how differently they are treating you, unless you see them treat somebody else.

(If that makes any sense)

[thecoolsunidhi]

People/things that trigger my motherly instincts:

Cats

Dogs

Emotionally unavailable men

Mentally ill people

Psychopaths

Serial killers

Actual children

(in that order)

[thecoolsunidhi]

"Too true to be real,

—the idea of your love."

[thecoolsunidhi]

You think you can hurt me? I watch someone I love, love someone else.