Hi Im Super New

This honestly deserves a whole post but it requires reliving some... past memories soo I'll probably post that later

I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.

Not Netflix adding female rivalry to something which the main theme was girls being ride or die for each other

desi chaotic academia

desi chaotic academia, a concept: teachers snidely remarking that you’re gonna become a doctor because of your terrible handwriting. “how to cram for an exam” is something you’re constantly searching on youtube. studying for the wrong exam and realizing only the night before. grabbing a cup of coffee, putting on your headphones and playing punk rock to keep you going, you attempt to pull an all-nighter. managing to study for only a few hours because you took one look at your geography textbook and went straight to bed in disgust. waking up the next morning mentally prepared to flunk, but somehow you manage to top, to no one’s surprise but your own. you keep getting into arguments with your history and political science teachers. soon enough, your friends join in (albeit on different sides) and y’all get kicked out of class for behaving like you’re “in a fish market”. being forced to watch ramayana on tv with your family, but you keep getting yelled at for pointing out historical and mythological inaccuracies and spoiling the fun. your room is what you call an “organized mess”- perfect for hiding your stash of kurkure, sting and snickers because no one dares to enter it. you return home from school, toss away your tie and blazer, and collapse on your unmade bed, staring up at the star-shaped stickers on your ceiling. you feel like you’re 5, looking up at them for the first time. you wish you were 5 again, young and carefree and happy. but the hope of studying, being amongst actual stars, holds you back.

It’s crazy and fucked up that being yourself is actually the solution.

my last polaroid of 2020

PRO TIP: instead of thinking “i should be healthier/more organized/etc,” change your phrasing to “i’d like to become healthier” or “i’d like to learn to be more organized.” stop paralyzing urself with guilt for what you aren’t & start focusing on what you can be

*removes headphones to make sure random ass noise was part of the song and not psychosis*