Sapphic south asians in media!!

desi parents

me: i want privacy  my parents: 

"Jo acha lagta hai wo har haal mein acha lagta hai, Aur Jo acha nahi lagta hai chaahe maathe par chaand saja kar aajaye koi fark nahi padta"

- mere humsafar

Hum, kab?

"Good people"

Hindi as a language >>>

Hindi as a subject <<<

ab bass bohot hua, sanyaas lene ki baari agai hai.

Desi people who are on Tumblr are hot irl

(I don't make the rules)

the brown and arab aunties gossiping at parties 😭

even the sharpest knife doesn't cut as deep as an insult that falls from the lips of a well-meaning auntie

Hello people! I am Ana, and you will probably know me because I am the writer of <“Tenoch Huerta and the racism in Mexico that he wants to be known about: a little bit of “Orgullo Prieto”>. As some of you saw, I had the opportunity to buy the book and be able to read it in full. I hadn’t talked about him since I couldn’t arrange my time so I could concentrate on school and the blog at the same time, I apologize for that. Now that I have time thanks to the end of my school semester, I want to write a review and continue to bring you what I consider to be the best parts of the book. If I do, would you read my publications? It’s been five months since I talked about the book for the first time and it is likely that it has already lost interest among you readers. I hope to have your opinion, I will read you. Thank you very much for your attention!

— Ana

Girls, when a boy says "koi apne jaisi dhundh do." It means "tumhare dil tak jane ka rasta kahan hai." WTF is "Nhi dhundh dungi, waqt nhi hai"

sick and tired of reading books by brown writers that are just about pain and intergenerational trauma. sick and tired of the abusive uncles and the dead mothers. sick and tired of the white man who’s the only one that makes the brown girl happy. sick and tired of the sexually repressed women, the culturally ingrained misogyny, the omnipresent racist abuse, the sinister family pasts. sick and tired of this revolving literary door of pain and anguish.

Your eyes.... they were so brown and so deep against the colourful background of the feast. I was blinded by them, it was comfortable. It was the feeling of being engulfed into calm, warm nothingness. I should have looked away, I know, but it was physically impossible for me to come out of that elusively hypnotic scene. In that moment, it was the feeling of being at peace under the blankets. Exactly like the very thought of leaving the bed is strangely repulsive.

(मिठाई for y'all)

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