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seatrains · 26 days
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i deserve a kiss. perhaps several, even
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seatrains · 26 days
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This aged quite well....
in the mood to be called honey.. sweetie.. my angel.. my love
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seatrains · 26 days
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This didn't age well at all
it's official, tipti dimri can't be in a bad movie
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seatrains · 3 months
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seatrains · 3 months
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Shifting to college and then home during breaks feels like shifting portals to different universes or sm
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seatrains · 4 months
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I'm so in love and I'm so scared to be
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seatrains · 4 months
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oh cool it's decemeber! *grieves & grieves & grieves & grieves &*
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seatrains · 4 months
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any other girls feel a permanent sense of unbelonging no matter where they are or who they are with
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seatrains · 4 months
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"college is the best years of your life" "college is for meeting new people and expanding your mind" wrong. college is for discovering new types of grief. also the timeloop
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seatrains · 4 months
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seatrains · 5 months
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I want my boyfriend and a cup of chai
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seatrains · 9 months
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seatrains · 10 months
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Wendy Cope, "From June to December: Summer Villanelle"
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seatrains · 10 months
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So many things to say par nazar ka dar💀
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seatrains · 1 year
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i have no object permanence about myself. if i’m not in anyones eye sight i assume i have ceased to be. finding out people remember i exist, think about me, and even talk about me when i’m not actively in front of them is startling news every time it is brought to my attention
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seatrains · 1 year
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Emotional hona band kar meri jaan, so ja please
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seatrains · 1 year
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…oh, I don’t know. All I know is that I’ve wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of trophy I’d get only if I really, really did enough to deserve it. But I don’t want it any more, I want something else now, something warm and sheltering, something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of who I become. Something that will just be there, always, like tomorrow’s sky.
– Kazuo Ishiguro, When We Were Orphans
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