🌚🌚🌚 I haven’t done anything since 5
straight boy blogging
crush my head between your thighs
high res photos of weed
reblogging nudes under the guise of body positivity
I always complain about how many freshman there are in this class, and how lame and disrespectful they are,
but like shout out to most of them, they’re hella paying attention,
teach me your wayss
I just can’t pay attention in this fucking bio class ugh.
But it’s so damn interesting, like I love this shit, I love the textbook,
it’s just the slowness of lecture, and the shitty power point,
it doesn’t carry the same weight? you didn’t have to spend your childhood worried about people making fun of your mom and grandma when they came to pick you up? purposely not bringing your own food from home because people would tease you? getting told “you’re the only cool indian i hate indian people they all are annoying” by the same people who go to the boardwalk to get “henna”
getting asked “yeah so like do you pray to elephants” and then seeing lord ganesha on a tshirt in urban outfitters? being worn by people who aren’t clean? like you’re going to go to the bathroom with that shirt on? i can’t even go in the temple when i have my period?
thinking a bindi is ok to wear when i still get asked “so are you a dot head or feather head”? you missed me with all that
i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it