The Classic Experience Of Every Indian Kid In Love With Nature

The classic experience of every Indian kid in love with nature ♡

Rainy Days

Oh, how I love rainy days. The sweet and refreshing smell of wet mud and lush trees. The calming sound of the rain drops, the frightening sounds of booming thunder. Nature looks so colourful when it's blanketed in the loving embrace of the rain. I think rain cleanses you of all your worries and troubles. Maybe not forever, but atleast for an hour. I lust for the thrill of looking out the window of your school bus and extending your palm out to feel the cold and peaceful sensation of the rain drops. Sights that warmed my heart on the rainy bus ride home : 1. A tiny dog laying on it's stomach under a truck, taking shelter for the rain and slowly drifting off to sleep. 2. A young boy wearing a plastic bag over his hair and calling out to his mother ''Mommy! Come on!!!" (Translated from Telugu to English) 3. Another dog, taking shelter under a tree and trying to...eat a leaf? It sure did make me chuckle. I can't help hope for days like these, days where I receive some inner peace

Here's a Shizuku and Seiji fanfic, you guys~

Hello again, everyone!

I posted a Shizuku and Seiji fanfic on AO3 a few days ago, and I thought I'd put the link up on Tumblr, too~ It's a classmates AU!

I'd be glad to know what you think of it <3

Best wishes, Fae~!

Clouds

let us take a moment to appreciate the clouds the passages of time sheltering us from a world so loud the subjects of our gaze when we're in cheerful vain the peaceful soothers of unbearable pain

This is dedicated to those who are insecure about their scars.

At night, go outside and look up at the sky. Did you see the stars? They look so beautiful right? Without them, the night sky would be so empty and depressing, right? Do you think the stars are disgusting marks that ruin the view? There's a story behind every star, right? Your scars are stars. Please don't be insecure about them. It's hard, I can tell. But seriously. Think about it. Keep shining.

Do I laugh or cry at how accurate this is?

the unholy trinity of piss-poor caretakers, tag yourself:

tomboy, meaning “this child is clearly queer but let’s hope it goes away”

sensitive, meaning “clearly neurodivergent and often distressed but let’s keep going until they grow numb”

mature, meaning “traumatized but let’s ignore that”

Thinking about how differently the west and the east profess the same thing.

Hey, I'm going to the store now. Let me know if you need anything. I love you. / I'm going out now, where's your shopping list?

No, you're amazing! You're precious, they don't know what they're talking about! I know it was mean, but but don't let it bother you, okay? Stop crying, please? / They said that? Retards. Like c'mon, have they looked at themselves in the mirror? Donkeys. Now wash your face, it's all red.

I know I was angry, and I said some awful things, but... forgive me? / Hey. Here's some peeled fruit. Stop sulking, okay?

I think that it's because the west sees love as a a form of affirmation- I love you, here these flowers are for you. I'm here for you. I see you. Stay safe- and the east sees it as a form of expression- I bought you pens because you ran out, now give me those chocolates. Come on, I'll talk to those idiots for you. You're working hard, stop it before you get stupider than you are- and I think it's beautiful.