Me: Since I Don't Know Where Your Infection Is Coming From, I Am Going To Need To Examine Your Prostate

dear reader,

you are important, you are enough, you are beautiful, you are not “too much”, the pain won’t last forever, those negative thoughts aren’t true, i’m proud of you for trying each day, that heavy load you’re carrying will get lighter, everything will be okay ♡

18.11.2021—still writing, but taking things relatively chill to focus more on resting and taking good breaks

😇🏷thank you soo much

Hii,happy new year 2023!!

Thank you & the same to you. May God bless you & yours in the year ahead 💜🙏✝️

Hello, I hope you're doing well today. Can you do one for a radiologist, please? Tsym!

I’m well thanks for asking, a radiologist is such a broad topic but I tried😭

Radiologist ✨

with my one and only..

I want to be able to sit on a beach on a warm evening with my one and only so that we both hear the rumbling of waves and experience the temporary'ness and mess of our lives.

So that he looks at me as the wind makes a few strands of my hair cover up my face and he lovingly kisses my lips.

I wish to be able to hold his fingers and experience the warmth of his palm that sadly no body on the planet can compensate for; not even the sun.

I want to walk and walk and walk as the sand covers our toes and then walk some more as we talk about everything that is just 'us' and leave out everything that includes other people.

I want to come back to our allotted room in the night and make the softest love with my one and only as I taste the ocean in his sweat and he hears the waves in my moans.

I want to sleep in exhaustion as I bury my face in his armpit knowing that even though our time on earth is temporary; I'm happy to be alive at the same time as he and that I've lived an eternity in these small moments with him..

"But there is a clarity about September. On clear days, the sun seems brighter, the sky more blue, the white clouds take on marvelous shapes; the moon is a wonderful apparition, rising gold, cooling to silver; and the stars are so big."

– Faith Baldwin, Evening Star

The first poem from my new poetry collection, Coffee Ring Lies, out April 16th!

And I hate the pressure of work . That 😖stress

i HATE THE PRESSURE OF EXAMS

( ofcourse u do bhenchod you didn't study kutti kamini)

Diagram of a fungal cell, the building block of all fungi and yeast :)

Ye gaana bilkul tumhari tarah hai

Tumhari yaad dilata hai

Tumhare aur kareeb laata hai

"I made a playlist for you"

"This song reminds me of you"