I Love That Whenever Wei Wuxian Gets Accused Of A Crime His Default Defense Is “i Didnt Do It Because

concept: two indian high school girls fall in love, desi dark academia style. imagine them carefully braiding each other’s hair in the school restroom while discussing mughal history. sneaking an old ipod to school and listening to sufi and carnatic music together on the weary bus ride back home. doing everything together, they’re as inseparable as two girl best friends can get. going to book stores or libraries on weekends and spending hours reading sitting next to each other, and then having an intense discussion over chai and vada pav at a small stand. coming back from coaching classes in the evenings, holding hands as their jhumkas twinkle under the streetlights. texting each other at 5 in the morning while stuck on homework. holding hands, hugging ten times a day and cheek kisses are normal, and they never realize their feelings for each other until an accidental forehead touch in a doorway, glancing at each other’s lips and breathing heavily. not choosing to date for fear of ruining their academic careers and remaining best friends. finally getting together when by a stroke of good luck, they both make it to their common dream college and have a celebratory kiss when one goes to the others house to break the good news in person. just, two desi girls falling in love; enamored by the world around them, its knowledge and each other.

Finja Brandenburg // unknown

and maybe i am a little bit in love with all of my friends. how could i not be when they place their whole heart in my hands and trust me to carry it safely home? lazy days spent in comfortable silence, tearful nights spent giving each other a reason to live. the exhilaration of learning your little quirks melting into a future where i know you better than the lines on my open palms. mutual understanding to be forever gentle with one another. inside jokes that follow me long after you've gone, reminding me to slow down and laugh a little more. your eyes are the lens through which i can see the world with love. your embrace is the shelter under which i find strength to continue on.

i've decided im gonna try and lose the ability to love things good night

1- ABBA, Andante Andante / 2- Richard Siken, Saying Your Names / 3- Sylvia Plath, Ariel / 4- Phoebe Bridgers, Moon song / 5- Neil deGrasse Tyson / 6- Taylor Swift, Long Story Short / 7- Madeline Miller, Circe / 8- Anonymous author, The Augsburg Book of Miracles / 9- Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera / 10- Lincoln, Downhill / 11- Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight / 12- Amie Kaufman, Illuminae / 13- Rebecca Makkai, The Great Believers / 14- Robert Weigand, Stars Sailor / 15- Hafiz, The Gift

I just love how all the disciples start excitedly chirping ‘Hanguang-Jun’ every time Lan Wangji shows up like they’re a bunch of distressed baby birds and he’s their mama come to sweep them under his sleeves 

my advice to the kids is that they should fight people on the playground while they can still get away with it without legal consequences

like no one cares about your insecurities and deep rooted issues SHUT UP

sometimes i just want to talk to people and it being fun rather than me oversharing and killing the convo

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Edit: I added a visualizer for this on my YouTube channel. Check it out here