Dear whoever is reading this: I wish you a life full of warmth and happiness and love. I hope you’re okay. And if you aren’t now, you will be.
I’m actually starting to love myself and I deadass ain’t about to let anyone fuck that up.
her tongue
it stumbles over
the syllables
of English wordsshe can understand
what they are saying
but they can’t
understand herher heart races
as she sees
disapproving eyes
and white facesher tongue
it is as if
it has tied itself
in a knot‘why are you here
if you can’t speak
Englishgo back to your
own country’it stings
so she leaves
and tries to
hide her tearsand wonders
if it was worth it
to leave home
and come herecontemplates
on how to live here
foreverwhen her tongue
craves the sweetness
of Punjabiand when her heart
is aching for
the land of Punjab
Harman Kaur (via harmankaurwrites)
one of my favourite things in the entire world is when there’s a huge thunderstorm outside and it’s raining heavily and you’re in bed swathed in blankets and you have just never felt warmer and safer than you do in that moment
people are always like “are you a morning person or a night person” and I’m just like buddy I’m barely even a person
Dunno if I can be bothered to have kids, like, it’s a lot of paper work and it means I would have to get up early.