it makes me so mad how much people don’t understand the weight of their words. how dare you tell me you love me and you’re in love with me and you want to hear my voice all the time and you want to sleep on the phone with me everyday just to tilt back in a heartbeat one day simply bc you were in a bad mood? and telling me i should simply remember that i have other options and i should not be a part of something i can’t handle. it absolutely fucking burns me alive that people really don’t consider the weight of their words. you say you love me but do you actually fucking love me?

the difference between father and “dad”

my roman empire is the difference between how you refer to somebody's parents.

his father and his dad

his mother and his mum

not the same. they are NOT the same. it’s like you just know what to use.

you know what really saddens me? the things we put ourselves through because we think it will make the other person stay. but we forget everyone has freewill. they aren’t obligated to anything. they can leave you tomorrow and technically you have nothing to hold over their heads. you just have to accept it in the end.

but hey, how sweet it is the people you’ve been stuck with have chosen you. actively. over and over. you’re worth it and they’re willing to love you.

it’s so funny the amount of disgust we treated “love” in our south asian household where my dad tore up a heart-shaped card i made him bc it was a heart and it was disgusting to love or to be loved. how do we recover from this? i don’t know what love is or what it looks like but i know i have a deep deep deep unending desire for it. i know i want to be loved deeply.

Eldest daughter in an asian household

everytime someone says something to hurt me like “you’re not good enough” or “you don’t deserve this” in my head i am literally laughing in their faces bc i have grown up hearing my mother constantly telling me and i quote “i hope you’d kys bc you’re the root of all the problems in my marriage” like that’s literally my mother and i still tell her i love her… you think a stranger’s words are gonna affect me? babe that ain’t nothing but a lil tickle.

okay but have to put this out there!! so the guy i was into before was on the other side of the world with a 4hr time difference so to phone call for even an hour we would have to plan and sync schedules. but here’s the thing, i would stay up until like 4am wrestling sleep and have 8 straight hrs of college the next day while waiting for him to call. and sometimes he would get too busy but put out ZERO communication so i would jst be hanging there. it was so bad upto a point that it drove me to lose feelings bc fuck i atleast deserve the decency of a text. now the guy i am talking to right now girlies let me tell you!! this man texts me and calls me to tell me where he is and what he’s upto. if he is going to have a busy weekend he will let me know!! he has a flight today and man’s is calling me without asking, telling me about the dinner he’s having and calling to tell me he boarded his flight, promising me to text the moment he lands. like hello?? and he is also a university student from my same major but dude the communication? love it. the fact that i mentioned about needing reassurance once and he's come through everytime? man’s sending me pictures of him buying milk. I LOVE IT!!!

Honestly

tell me why being gay looking at any girl change makes you feel weird… even if you aren’t looking at them in like a pervy way yk BUT IT STILL FEELS LIKE YOU’RE DOING SOMETHING ILLEGAL. and even if it doesn’t make the other person uncomfortable, you’re still standing there like “um……….. i will just stare intensely at my 0 notifications phone screen ig?”

i just want to say

this might sound stupid and exaggerated, but for someone who wasn’t as good looking or stable before, as i am now, it always fills me with this big dread and disgust when my friends post pictures of me from when i was fifteen or fourteen. like i understand that they just wanted to make a pretty video of me for my birthday,etc and from the times they’ve known me, but all it does is hit me in the face about what an insecure, naive little shit i was. anyways, won’t say remember to ask consent before posting someone’s early teen pictures & save a cry [ esp. if you aren’t really close ] but that’s exactly what i am saying xx

SHE IS LITERALLY TURNING INTO AN IGNORANT BITCH WHITE KAREN VERY SLOWLY AT THE CORNERS 🏃‍♀️

we are finally going to tattoo H.S.1994 right on our foreheads and form a fucking cult, sing songs of praise for our dear angel of the lord Harry Styles and watch him forever in his pretty suits, all golden and drinking in his entire, pure beauty.

x

idk why i remembered this but one xmas my crush just absent-mindedly shouted out to me “christmas merry!” and i shouted back “christmas joseph!” hahahaah my ribs crackled with embarrasment.

HE ASKED ME OUT TWO DAYS LATER!

i don’t know why so many people don’t appreciate the growth and development that taylor swift has gone through. she’s actually, finally this strong friggin’ beautiful woman who wields the power of thunder in herself while before she was mistaken for being frail and naive and fucking stupid. 

honestly i used to hate her as a person when i was younger, but now, oh my i would lay down and kiss the underside of her heels. thank you, that’s all.

my anxiety the moment i get better even a tiny inch :

she can break my neck and i wld still worship her like a dog 

i was a real stupid kid

when i was ten i had this weird obsession with ironing clothes, right, so i begged and begged and begged my mother to let me iron my own shirt before this wedding, refusing to go otherwise. so my poor ma dealing with this lil shit of a tantrum kid is like ‘fine!’ 

surprisingly i do the ironing really well, and i’m beaming until i catch a little wrinkle on my sleeve, so i think ‘oh hell no, if we doing this, we gna do it right’ what my dumb ass did next was take the hot friggin’ iron and put it right on the spot WHILE WEARING THE FUCKING SHIRT and ending up with a second degree burn, bless my mother’s soul who came runnin’ out with the wax strips still sticking to her hands and feet BOTH OF US SCREAMING IN UNISON 

we just stood there looking at each other and just screaming for two minutes straight while my arm cooked and turned to golden chicken