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me and my bf fucked through the 6.4 nepal earthquake and didn’t know about the earthquake till next morning 🤣🤣🤣

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would you all believe me this is literally me and my bf

he's a 10 but he's also desi, loves listening to my non-stop chattering, dances with me in the rain on tum se hi, takes me on dates to sarojini nagar, eats golgappe with me on the side of the road, lets me do his eyeliner and buys me earrings

so he's obviously gonna be my husband

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it doesn't matter

whether i am

a thousand miles

away or twenty,

any distance from

you is too far;

any moment without you

hurts too much to enjoy.

-mars

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“It could’ve been worse.” It could’ve been BETTER. It could’e been EASIER. It could’ve been lovely. It could’ve been beautiful, it could’ve been fun. It could have been simple, it could’ve made you HAPPY. 

You can drown in two feet of water just as simply as you can in an ocean. Stop downplaying what happened and neglecting your feelings. Kill that idea with fire. Or at least acknowledge that what happened was bad without immediately trying to justify or dismiss it.

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yall i can’t believe i got railed to jashn e bahara

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affirmations for my anxiety attacks

Its okay to have emotional needs. Its not needy to ask for acts of love. You deserve love. If you feel like crying, you can cry. You should pat your head. You usually like it. You are worthy of love. You are not annoying. Its okay, you are not needy. In fact, I'm very proud you asked for it and communicated it. Really, really proud.

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It was a night we were drunk on love and sorrow

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I'll mourn everyone I have ever loved in this life. And they'll keep leaving me behind, still loving me but unable to love me. And I'll keep loving new people, until the day I die. Like an abandoned cat in a shelter home.

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The ability to love is a curse. The only way you can get out of it is to fall in love. Until they leave. When you become cursed again.

The ability to love is a curse.

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waking up from dreams where im like in love and stuff knowing i cant do relatonships and im terribly afraid of commitment and getting hurt and have never actually had a deep connection with a partner and have only ever had casual flings even if im dying for something more in the inside sure is an experience....

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“oh we can’t hold the Queen accountable for the actions of her ancestors!!!” 

her ancestors? you mean her dad? 

y’all realize she was crowned in 1953 right? Nearly 70 years of imperialism with her face stamped on it. She’s the longest-lived, and longest reigning British monarch. 

Y’all look at her and see a kindly withered old gramma with memeability, but completely ignore the amount of damage that she and her family have done to so many countries. 

“oh well, what did you want her to do, just walk away from it?”

yes. 

Yes, I do expect people to look at the harm that systems they uphold do to the world at large and then actively refuse to continue their participation in them. I do not believe that is too much to ask of anyone, let alone one of the most powerful women in the entire fucking world. 

Sorry that I’m not particularly impressed with her #girlboss legacy when the Indigenous Peoples of Canada and Australia are still feeling the monarchy’s effects on their homes and families. 

70 years and she never once thought, “Hm, maybe imperialism is a bad idea?” 

I hope the old woman kicks the bucket, and I hope that her family continues to disintegrate until the entire thing comes crumbling down. May independence finally come to the people England has been crushing under its boots for centuries. 

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I really need this please work

somehow I got 95/20 on an assignment

I hope they never fix it and leave it this way forever

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Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! I was wondering which college you attend?

Hi im in Delhi Uni!!

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Romanticising my south campus delhi university life as an economics student because i need to

a little happy because i worked my ass off for this. a little sad because im not in north campus. a little optimistic because i know i'll be alright.

crying in mme, then seeing second years cry harder and shutting the fuck up

ignoring aecc courses because who studies them?

questioning my choice of major because why not? (isse acha to math hons le liya hota)

finding happiness in hanging out with classmates even if you secretly hate some of them

overwhelming yourself by taking 171901 things on side because just doing econ hons is so mainstream

and then almost breaking up with your boyfriend because you can't juggle everything

hiding books in the library so no one else can issue them

being known as the topper friend among rest of your non-du friend circle but only you know the truth

crying about 6 hours of classes on tuesdays and then stfu when you see your private uni friends attending 6 hour classes everyday

joining 5 societies in the beginning and leaving everything except one within three months

hoarding on junk jewelleries like a goblin

having 4+ different metro playlist - desi ishq, main character vibes, hoe vibes and vintage bwood

hanging out in khan market, sarojini and lajpat after classes because why not

getting jealous of your friends in pvt uni when they send snaps of their impressive campus while you sit in a poorly ventilated stuffed classroom with walls scratched with 'vote abvp'

getting random texts from juniors asking for guidance and getting embarrassed because you haven't even written boards

kajal, kurta+white pallazo+open hair+tote bag>>>>

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delhi things i've fallen in love with

sitting in women coach and secretly taking notes on fashion

couples hugging, couples holding hand, couples having a good time and enjoying their lives

buying junk jewelleries from cp, sarojini and lajpat

embracing the classic du girl aesthetic: kurta, junk jewellery, kajal, tote bags

absorbing the beauty of akshardham whenever the metro passes from it

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Hello, me again. I was wondering if i could have some book recommendations for indian feminist literature?

Also have u read "Caste as woman" by vrinda nabar? I started reading that and so far it seems good, i would love to know what u think if u have read it!

hello ♥️♥️. no I didn't read that book, but I'll look it up. full disclaimer, I don't read much non fiction, so this will mainly be me recommending feminist fiction, and then some writers who can be considered Indian feminist icons.

fiction

the palace of illusions, chitra bannerjee divakaruni: the maharabharat is narrated from draupadi's pov in this lush and richly evocative mythological retelling of the epic, a great study of feminine rage in a world peopled by the destinies of male "heroes".

breast stories, mahasweta devi: as the title suggests, this short collection centres around the breast- as a symbol of violation, of revolt and of agency. in general, I really recommend mahasweta if you're looking to get into indian feminist writing especially now, when her stories are being deliberately excluded in many ~esteemed~ university syllabi.

when i hit you, meena kandasamy: a harrowing account of the domestic abuse inflicted upon the narrator by her ex revolutionary husband, this novel provides great commentary about how a person's seemingly radical political beliefs can mask his misogyny and the various ways an Indian woman is alienated in her house and in society.

kari, amruta patil: beautiful graphic novel about a butch lesbian coping in the aftermath of a tumultuous relationship and a botched suicide attempt. provides an intimate portrait of navigating sexuality, gender dysphoria, urban loneliness and mortality as queer women. a favourite of mine.

the quilt and other stories, ismat chugtai: yes yes we all know chugtai's sardonic and wittily erotic sapphic story lihaaf (the inspired behind deepa mehta's fire) but this collection also includes her other works, mainly centred on sexuality of women and the ways we are not often allowed ownership of even our own bodies.

non fiction

essays and poems, savitribai phule: she wrote several poems, including the collections kavya phule and bavan kashi subodh ratnakar. if you can read marathi you can read her original works, or like me, read translations of selected poems. most of her poems deal with casteism and rebelling against caste-based traditions/identities.

daughters of the sun, ira mukhoty: a historical biography of the many beautiful, fierce and brilliant women of the mughal empire, who often played a crucial role in shaping the politics and culture of the dynasty. from formidable matriarchs to wilful empress consorts to female saints and darogas and poetesses, this book is full of accounts of remarkable women.

the weave of my life, urmila pawar: memoir of a mahar dalit author who moved away from the konkan coast to mumbai (against severe opposition) and went on to embark on a lifelong mission for the emancipation of dalit women. it's ultimately a book of hope.

novels by easterine kire: kire writes incredibly poignant novels about the experiences of naga women; while a terrible matriarchy is her account of naga rituals and lifestyle, and how matriarchy doesn't necessarily equate a feminist society, don't run, my love deals with how the fragile peace between a mother and daughter is severed by the arrival of a male hunter at their doorstep.

hope you find something to your liking from this (very short) list. there are tons of great indian feminist writers!

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Barsana, India: the home of Radha