layla

God just really didnt want me to experience romance huh

going to sleep & by sleep. heh. well. let's just say. phone in bed

On account of mother's day, here's a Yashoda moodboard and a little something I wrote!

"He won't come back," they tell her.

"He isn't your Kanha anymore," they try to make her understand.

"He is the lord of Mathura now," they shout.

And oh she has heard! Heard the words they speak about him, of how he had slain the wicked king, of how he had freed his parents and taken care of them, and of how he had charmed the entire city with his easy smiles and gold forged heart.

But her heart is a stubborn thing much like her son's, and refuses to listen to reason. He will.

Because no matter what, he would always be her Kanha, mischievous and restless, who used to sneak into her bed during stormy nights to hold her hand with his small ones and tug at the end of her braid whenever he wanted something.

And so she always keeps the doors of her house slightly ajar, so that whenever her lalla decides to walk in through them, he would be met with matkas full of makkhan and arms full of love. Always.

nothing ever gave me the kind of ick that emo boys of desiblr do

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer ok go

my problem with slb's filmography is that he romanticizes events so much that his movies/shows don't have the desired impact on the people. in padmavaat he glorified jauhar to the point that people started defending it and even sati. in gangubai, he made everything so grand that people forgot that the lady herself wasn't an all around good person. now, he's done the same thing with heeramandi. like i genuinely saw someone say that they wanted to live a life like in the show where they have 5 attendants to lift their skirt for them and whatnot. the people are so enchanted with the clothes/sets/etc that they have failed to grasp the main premise of the show. they fail to realise that the women he has shown had to go through innumerable brutalities and were just glorified mistresses with no power of their own. and living their life isn't gonna be fun and aesthetic.

I am extremely online but in like the Loser Way. if you try to make me use instagram or tiktok I fumble around with it like a grandma who has never seen a phone before. if you send me a tumblr screenshot however, I will tell you that not only have I already seen the original post but that I'm mutuals with OP

daily affirmation: no matter how useless i feel i will NEVER be the eci. and that keeps me going. amen

Weaponized incompetence my ass just weaponize it back. Once my dad tries to pull the “but I don’t know how to clean the counters as well as you” on my mom and she said “ok honey I’ll show you” and she made him stand in the kitchen and watch her clean the counters. Then she pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup and proceeded to spray the entire kitchen in chocolate, hand him the sponge and said “okay now it’s your turn”

Weaponized Pettiness is an appropriate response to Weaponized Incompetence.

i love you purple i love you lavender i love you lilac i love you wisteria i love you violet i love you mauve i love you periwinkle i love you amethyst i love you

girl typing a very specific question into google search bar, scrunching her face as she takes time to make sure she hasn't made any spelling errors, hitting enter, shaking her head as google only presents her with unhelpful websites that don't answer her query at all, moving her cursor back to the search bar and clicking on it so she can carefully write 'reddit' at the end, hitting enter again, sighing with relief as she finds a link to a reddit post asking the exact question she needed answered posted in a subreddit for a very niche topic, finally moving her cursor to click on the link, wondering why she didn't go straight to the subreddit earlier, only to be met with a deleted comment with a reply from the OP stating 'that was very helpful, thanks', sighing with frustration as she moves her cursor back to the search bar so she can copy the link and paste it into the wayback machine,

Replace "reddit" with "reveddit" in any reddit url to reveal deleted or removed comments. If the comment/post was deleted too quickly after it was posted, it may not pull it up, but it works most of the time

girl after reading a post on tumblr dot com with a reblog by user impossiblepackage, moving her cursor over to the url of the aforementioned reddit post, using her mouse to highlight the word “reddit”, typing out the word “reveddit” in its place, hitting enter, waiting with bated breath as reveddit loads, finally content as the deleted comment is displayed in front of her eyes containing the information she sought for so long.

the sound of rain or the sound of birds? foggy mornings or colorful sunsets? the waves of the ocean or grass in the wind? gray skies or massive cloud formations? leaves turning orange or snowmelt?

He can land a plane. I understand their point

Every single day I work with God's dumbest idiots who have managed to earn their piloting license. Your bar is far too low.

I just heard my mom tell my brother, “when you die, you will go outside and garden until your father says you’re done” and it took me a second to realize that my brother was playing a videogame and this was not a theological discussion.

Purgatory

The Garden of Death

Watercolor and gouache by Hugo Simberg, 1896