anurabuni
anurabuni
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anurabuni · 3 days ago
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Damn this resonated with the biology community
"No thoughts, head empty :)"
Babygirl that's called a prion disease
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anurabuni · 8 days ago
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UPDATE: WE'RE MATES AGAIN
15 Years
I know that you know you owe me nothing after everything.
I just wish you knew how I long to return to the fields with you a final time.
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anurabuni · 8 days ago
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"No thoughts, head empty :)"
Babygirl that's called a prion disease
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anurabuni · 3 months ago
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Marry me
Okay okay okay, hear me out.
A production of ride the cyclone and everything is all fine (well not really fine because they're all well... you know... dead).
Ricky is played by Weird Al.
No one acknowledges it in the entire show.
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anurabuni · 3 months ago
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Okay okay okay, hear me out.
A production of ride the cyclone and everything is all fine (well not really fine because they're all well... you know... dead).
Ricky is played by Weird Al.
No one acknowledges it in the entire show.
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anurabuni · 3 months ago
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Screaming, crying, playing sudoku
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anurabuni · 4 months ago
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Didn't you end up in A&E not that long ago?
being a humanities major who’s friends with stem majors is so funny because you’ll ask your friends what they’re doing today and they’re like “UGH it’s so stressful i have to stabilize the reactor core for my nuclear power midterm and then i have to build the supercomputer from i have no mouth yet i must scream for my electrical engineering homework :/ what about you” and you’re like “oh well i have to read a fun little book and write an essay about gender.” and they still think you have it worse
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anurabuni · 4 months ago
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Crises call for cheesecake
There are countless universes where we met under different circumstances.
There's many more where we never met at all.
There's a universe where I went to private school and you never left.
Objectively better than the one where you never returned.
There's a universe where we're two children in a ball pit who will never cross paths again.
There's one where we met on holiday and fell out of touch.
There's some where we're already famous, and a few where we're already dead.
There are many where we find each other, a dandelion and a clover fighting for space in the crack of a pavement.
Somewhere we're buddleia and lavender bushes being watered by an old lady.
There's a universe where I'm cursing your name.
There's one where you're crying over my grave.
There's one where we died on the exact same day.
There's a universe where we're even more mentally ill.
There's one where we're completely fine.
And there's this one.
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anurabuni · 5 months ago
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15 Years
I know that you know you owe me nothing after everything.
I just wish you knew how I long to return to the fields with you a final time.
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anurabuni · 5 months ago
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if the lord is our shepherd, i'm being slaughtered for mutton
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anurabuni · 7 months ago
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You'll be okay, kid
Somewhere on our timeline, there is a three year old girl picking clovers in her burgundy corduroy dress. She knows a lot of words. She's scared that if she speaks them, people will laugh at her. Her parents kept a word from her, fearing she'd get the meaning wrong. She was fine about that, she thought, she knew enough words.
Somewhere more easily traceable on our timeline, there is an eighteen year old girl in her burgundy corduroy dress who spent her last summer picking and drying clovers. She knows a lot more words than she used to. She's scared that if she speaks them, she'll end up in a worse place than she started. She speaks them anyway; life's not worth the silence. Her parents eventually taught her the word. She'd known the meaning for years but appreciated the reassurance.
Still, she'd give anything to find the three year old girl and teach her each syllable.
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anurabuni · 8 months ago
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anurabuni · 8 months ago
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Dear tumblr,
I turn 18 in a little over a month, and I'm scared. I'm not ready to become an adult yet as, having just recently processed my autism diagnosis (that was hidden from me for 14 years) I don't want to move on from a childhood I barely had.
I can't bring myself to not celebrate completely without thinking about my 15 year old self who got abandoned at the lunch table on her birthday. I finally have friends and I want to do something.
I guess I don't really know what to do.
And also gifts: they've always made me feel appreciated but like I have no idea what I should even ask for or if I should even ask for anything at all.
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anurabuni · 8 months ago
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And when the sun finally takes the earth back,
There will be a moment where my body's warm again.
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anurabuni · 8 months ago
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We all know what erectile dysfunction is but literally no one is ever taught what vaginismus is and it can cause people to feel extremely lost, broken, and cause people to take their own lives. Raise. Awareness.
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anurabuni · 8 months ago
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Hellhound
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There are three people I put my faith in unequivocally,
These three people know who they are,
But they know not the power they wield over me.
I would burn this seaside city to the ground if you three asked it of me,
Watch the churches and the schools and the houses go up like matches,
Holding gasoline like a prayer book,
I would rip a man to shreds,
Paint a room red from floor to ceiling with gore,
And send the building crashing down if you came to me with tears in your eyes,
I would sing a woman into the grave,
Make her dance herself to death in revenge,
Leading bloody footprints down to the cemetery,
I would lay her down six feet under for you if you told me you wanted her dead,
And I would do so with a smile.
You do not ask grand gestures of me though,
The crow, the doe and the galaxy may not know how far I’d stray from humanity,
But they know to keep me on a tight chain regardless.
They ask me for simple things,
to take care of myself,
To dress wounds I’ve inflicted on myself,
They will know after reading this love letter,
That I will always come to heel when they call,
No matter how much carnage I’ve caused while off the lead,
This dog knows how to obey.
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anurabuni · 8 months ago
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Modern aesthetics with medieval weapons/armour as accessories ? Is that anything ?
Smart slacks, crisp shirt and tie, complimented by a breastplate
Flowery sundress, denim jacket, rapier
Cargo trousers, vest, oversized flannel rolled to the elbow, vambraces
see where I’m going with this ?
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