There's something so magical about winter's sunlight. Whenever I sit under that sunlight even for just fifteen minutes then I just feel like I'm healing and love is real.
yass i am making some post dividers now for my fellow fanfiction writers! These look really ugly to me as they didn't turn out how i wanted them to, but i'll try to improve with time! You can also request if you want these in different colours too! Sooo feel free to use these, I hope you liked them :)
I think the one thing that I love the most about north Indian winters is KINNOWS. A citrus fruit that's a cross between oranges and mandarins, harvested during winters. Very sweet, very juicy.
Freshly made kinnow juice is love. Nothing can replace that heavenly, sweet citrusy taste. I will probably wax poetic about it till I die.
Anyways, guess who just juiced kinnows and had a whole large mug of it. 😋
you lay out clean sheets on your bed and finally feel like life makes a little more sense. you don’t want to ruin your sheets, or your life. but you feel like it is inevitable.
that it is inevitable for destruction to touch you with its cold fingers and hot glare. you mistake it for warmth. you embrace it and think you’re doomed.
you’re not.
you can change sheets. maybe you can change your life.
and just maybe- one day you’ll feel like you have a shot.
Winters are for soups, blankets, books, hot coffee, garam Chai, garam masala maggi, red-noses, flushed cheeks, oversized hoodies, fluffy sweaters, and combat boots.