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Hello, hello, everybody!

I am Kal, aka @natures-marvel here and as the blog name suggests, I am here to hold a swayamvar for my dear little sibling @orgasming-caterpillar and find a suitable, strong and loving spouse who shall keep my dear Madhu happy.

Q. I think I might be interested in this. How and where do I apply?

Oh great! Then send us an ask, telling your age (if you dont wanna reveal, then tell if youre a minor or 18) pronouns, sexuality and an interesting fact about yourself.

Your identity will only be safe with me and Madhu and no one else apart from us will know about your application.

Q. Can you tell me a bit about Madhu?

As his older tumblr sister, I can tell you they are the funniest and the most chaotic kid I have come across who has a heart of gold and too much love in their heart. 🥰

They go by he/she/they pronouns and are pansexual af but with a preference for boys.

If you wanna contact them on instagram, heres their url : @/caterpillar_madhu

Q. Rules for this?

Should not be above 18.

Creeps and pornblogs strictly DNI.

The last date for application is till March 3rd, 2024.

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All’s fair in love and poetry… New album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. Out April 19 🤍

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📷: Beth Garrabrant

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What is even the point if you do not wage academic wars with your spouse? 😂

oh yeah have i ever told yall of the academic war i have been an unwilling soilder in for the past two years

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wdym i exist in other people's minds and someone probably had a conversation about me when i wasn't there and someone probably thought about me at some point wdym

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Desi urge to say "Haaye allah ye ladka! " While blushing Everytime he compliments you.

Desi urge to say "haaye" to compliment a girl. (while keeping one hand on chest)

(yes yes srk from om shanti om visual)

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* ahem *

*enters the scene with a hair flip *

The fucking audacity of my hands to get cold in winter when they know I have no one to hold them

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So my friend said I was very “men written by women coded” and that is going on my mental wall of best compliments given to me by people.

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Kaise kare khoobsurati ka ghuman jab sirf tere aankhon ke aaine mein hi hum khubsurat hai, aur tu hi mujhse itna dur hai:)

Unhe kabhi apni khoobsurat pe ghuman kyo nahi hota yaar hamein to unke nazdeek reh paane ka bhi guroor hai

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It was always hard to explain to people why being so fiercely independent was SO damn important to me. It wasn't because I thought asking for help belittled me, or some stupid idealistic 'feministic concept' I was holding on to. It was something closer, something more personal. It was the crippling fear of sharing my moments with people.

Cause people left. With memories of me shoved in the corner of a huge duffel bag, they left. These bags were unpacked, but the memories left inside for ages, till they withered and crumpled like that cash receipt you had casually thrown in your purse one shopping trip. And some Sunday, they were emptied into the trash bin, without so much as a second thought. It really was that easy for people to leave.

But I stayed. Always. Clinging on to the tiniest fragments of memories. Clinging on to the shared moments. I remembered. I remembered the cologne he wore, and I still stop on campus roads when it smells like him on a random Wednesday evening. I remember the tiniest of things-the song we first talked about, the movie hall we went to for the first "date", her Favorite shade of the sky, that friend's favorite cat, the words of the first poem he wrote for me, the smell of the summer evening when we first stayed up all night, the movie that had reduced us to maniacal laughter, the dress my best friend had chosen for me. I remember it all.

And there exists no curse worse than being the one who remembers. The song I loved and told you about isn't just mine anymore-to me it will always be ours. The dress you chose for me isn't just mine anymore-it will always be stained with you. Golden summer sunsets aren't just mine anymore-they are glowing in the shade of our laughter. The movie we laughed to isn't just mine anymore-it will forever be ours; it will forever be just a collection of scenes to which loud guffawing had emerged from a certain living room.

And I am so sick of being the one who remembers. I am not me, i am just a haphazardly thrown collection of the people that mattered. I am made of them, but they aren't made of me.

And so I keep my moments close. My memories could consist of other people, but not my soul. Loss has never rung louder than to the ones who remember. And i am done being the one it can deafen in an instant.

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Pick up line for sleepy people (me)?

Oh you are sleepy? I am sleepy too. Wanna do it together? ;)

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Yes I did. 😁

Jumping on the train;)

RAMAN, WILL YOU BE MY FRIEND???

Like omg you are so cool and handsome and you know so many random science stuff, will you PLEASE PLEASE be my friend? i promise i will send you the nicest friendship bracelets! UwU

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Babe did you just friendzone me?

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Exactly. Aur sach yeh hai ki tere jaisa hot banda maine bohut hi kam dekhe hai zindagi mein. Now shut up:)

x

Uhm, no?

Like, why?

Shao ka dil dukhana hai kya?

Jo sach voh sach hai di

Noooooo neverrr

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Raman, is this your way of proposing, darling? 😂

When a penguin finds a mate they stay with them for the rest of their life.

Will you be my penguin?

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Der se kitni dur khari ho aur kareeeb aa jao;)

khwaab ho tum ya koi haqeeqat kaun ho tum batlaao

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Awh. Erom lok real life eo exist kore janlam. Ami toh jantam era shudhu book e main character er kaache gaal khaowar jonno exist kore.

Want to rant about my first date ridden with red flags?

Who's in for some gossip?