The Indian Experience

the front seat of the car is a type of confessional

You. Can. Be. Happy. Alone.

This blog is mainly about love, but you can be in love with life without having a small group of friends or a significant other. You can be content on your own!

Listen to music in your bedroom at full volume in your headphones and dance until the sun goes down. Feel every jump hit your soul. It’s the best feeling.

Watch comedies along and laugh as loud as you want!!

Read books! Annotate them just for yourself or future you.

Write letters to the void or to your past or your future.

Talk to yourself. (I do it all the time! It’s the best and does not mean your lonely or ‘crazy’)

Just live your life without the fear of being alone. Being introverted does not mean your broken. If you don’t like parties, don’t go! Stay home on your own and know that it isn’t a bad thing. Be the person who can be happy on their own.

Everyone wants different things! Some people like talking in big groups and sharing their thoughts whereas others like to keep to themselves. Neither needs changing.

Gilmore Girls (2000-2007)

Things You Will Say To Yourself Pre Exam

Me: Alright, you got this. You can do this. You can learn everything that has been taught this semester.

Me: It's time. It's time to study, to cram, to learn.

Me: No. No, no. No, no, no. No, no, no, just no. You do NOT NEED TO WATCH ANOTHER EPISODE OF ______. Study. Go watch a lecture.

Me: You need to get off social media. Actually you just need to get off your phone. Put it downstairs in the living room. You do not need it.

Me: Seriously. Every semester. At least one class you've basically not attended and it has an exam. And now you're suffering for it.

Me: Ok. Lets study. Go get your book, your textbook aand your laptop. Cause let's face it, it's the first time you've learnt this shit.

Me: Get motivated. You do not have time to do this shit. You can't afford to be able to not concentrate.

Me: Ok, you can't concentrate on reading the textbook, you read that paragraph roughly six times and you have no clue what it said. Watch the lecture, yeah. The lecture will be easier to concentrate on.

Me: You are not a quitter. You're not. So lets stay up another hour or two and get one more week summarised for your exam notes.

Me: Do you really want to do this class again? Like really? Cause its not like you pay and then you can do it however many times it takes. You Pay Each Time You Take It. So Study. Learn the material. Learn the shit. Pass the exam. You are not forking out another grand on this class.

Me: Next semester will be different. You'll go to all of your classes, you'll do all your readings. And you'll do weekly summaries so you'll already have your exam notes done.

what if people made human versions of iconic tumblr posts and shipped them

no. no no no

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

how to fall in love with life again

go cloud-gazing, lay down in the grass on a sunny day, or empty roads on a rainy day, stare up at the sky and let your mind wander.

read a book so complex that you don't understand anything, fill your arms with scrawled definitions.

writing poems and notes of kindness, hiding them for other people to find and pass along!

read passages of love in another language, untranslated and realise that love can surpass even the greatest of barriers.

find your favourite flower! hunt for it, research it, write an essay on why you love it and how much it means to you!

buy another copy of your favourite book, fill the pages with annotations and give it to a second hand shop for somebody else to experience it the way that you do.

fill a journal with moments of your life, even if you don't think they're very interesting.

listen to music whilst looking at the moon and stars, realising how beautiful life is.

visit an art gallery or a museum near you. become familiar with it, visit it until you know it inside out. make it your special place.

learn the little things about people, including yourself. find their favourite colour and why, find their music taste, their taste in books until you know them perfectly.

the small things! taking sips of warm beverages becomes the most comforting thing, closing your eyes for a moment on a bus and focusing on the lull of movement.

bake/cook your favourite treat. experiment and find the way that makes it taste simply ethereal.

being non american is just [knows where ohio is] [automatically translates timezones without effort] [enjoys a book written by someone in your country only to find out they now live in the us] [can convert miles to kilometres without thinking] [waking up at two in the morning for releases] [is referred to as minority online even though your country is the second most populated country in the world] ['no its colour not color stop autocorrecting dammit'] [automatically names your ocs brittany and olivia and blonde hair and green eyes] [clicking on what xyz are you quizzes and getting american results that you have a very vague idea about] [being expected to know what icarly is even though you were brought up on chotta bheem] [looking up queer history and its all american and stonewall and your own country completely being overshadowed] ['no i listen to diverse music, this singer is asian american, and this one is latin american']

You must be fooling yourself if you don’t think your morally-grey love interest doesn’t lay on the chest of the individual they love. You’re going to tell me that it’s always Poppy laying on Casteel’s chest? That Rhys doesn’t seek that sort of comfort with Feyre? Cardan not crawling over Jude to get her attention and just lying there soaking up the fact that she’s his wife? I don’t believe it for a minute.