Latest Posts by imjustme-things - Page 5
admit it, we’ve all fantasised about slow-dancing in the kitchen barefoot in our pyjamas at 2am in the arms of someone we love while old romantic jazz songs play softly on the radio
Yoongi: I'm SMART
Yoongi: Sad Mad And Really Tired
gandhi is the most overhyped person in history
Han: well, well, well... if it isn't my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up
"So it's like drugs?"
"It's better than drugs, Jeremy"
Gen Z: Are you there God? It's me. I have a question for you. What the actual fuck?
The desi reader urge to go to Barnes and Nobles 🥲
Me, car backseat and sleep... A match made in heaven.
Aphrodite took the day off.
Battlescars on shoulderblades, crimson marks in willowy shapes. Chapped lips, naked eyes. Raw. Naive.
The mirror evades her calls, face hidden in pictures. Never truly seen. Never really found. Myth orates Aphrodite looks like the person the watcher is in love with. The observer's eye shapes her nose, paints her flesh, gives her a body to haunt. Shapeshifter. Fluid. Divine.
But what does she see in the mirror? A face? A smile? A touch? Or a soul?
What do you see in your mirror?
-Ritika Jyala, What do you see in your mirror?
(here's the visualizer)
DJ wale babu mujhe duniya se uthalo...
you ever rub your eyes so much that you feel like a victorian orphan who hasn't had sleep for a whole year and now all you can ask for is a new set of fucking eyes
gorgeous gorgeous girls love talking to themselves in their room and living out their silly little scenarios until they realise they are exhibiting serious signs of mental illness
When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy (but only if you want to)! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifs (anonymously if you want). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity ♡
That's so cute tbh eye-
Rain
Coffee
Cuddles
Music aaaanndd
Deep conversations
"I ran out of forevers to spend, my darling
But if I can stretch one more second to be with you, I'd tear the time apart with my bare hands."
-Meghana☆
"Growing up doesn't look like fast forwarding to getting a job or getting married. It looks like remembering to go grocery shopping every Tuesday or Thursday because the vegetables are fresh in the farmer's market. It looks like calculating the budget for the month, like helping your mother with the dishes and the laundry. It looks like knowing all the things on the to-do list without looking twice at the post-it note on the fridge. It looks like adding reminders on the phone, cancelling plans, coming home as early as you can so you'd spend it with your family instead. It looks like becoming the one to go pick someone up from being the person who was to be picked up. It looks like multitasking and gobbling the dinner down because you've something to do later. It looks like booking tickets, making appointments and making ends meet. It looks like finally recognizing the taste of those warm beverages being comfort. It looks like searching for a few minutes of break in the rush hours of the day. It looks like understanding your parents. It looks like wanting to be a kid again but also wanting to be a parent to your parents, massaging their tensed muscles as they are lulled into a sleep. It looks like the sudden urge to kiss your loved ones a good night no matter how tired you are. Growing up doesn't look like numbers beside your name, it looks like turning into one of the pillars of the house that you used to run around with your mother trying to get you to eat food."
-Meghana☆/ what growing up looks like
The Desi feminine urge to say "chutiya" when some bitch ass aunty asks "beta kya bana lete ho?"
The feminine urge to scream-
Tumse naraaz nahi zindagi, hairaan hoon main, pareshaan hoon main
the world is a cruel harsh evil place *had to get out of bed*
“Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.”
— C.S. Lewis
Sunghoon: I'm the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person.
men obsess over cricket all day and still don't understand boundaries
who called it broken heart and not manchurian
The feminine urge to learn how to fight with a sword
why is sharing clothes so intimate like.. bro…. are you cold… here…. borrow my sweatshirt… it smells like the brand of washing powder i use…. a little glimpse into the oddly private domesticity of my own life bro…. its still warm from where i knotted it around my waist (i dont feel the cold)… here bro… take it…
the devil works hard, but eldest daughters work harder
it’s okay if you fall apart sometimes. pani puri falls apart and we still love them :).
I’m losing interest in everything except my bed
is your main love language really acts of service or were you conditioned to perform tasks for everyone around you because you thought that’s how you would receive love and praise and thus you continued this cycle because you hated that thought of being a burden to anyone
loving my dni list! <3