darkened silver jhumkas, worn out kajal, a delicate bindi royally seated between unruly eyebrows, lucknowi kurta and georgette dupattas, my middle class desi girl, you invented fashion <3
why the hell 12th grade is so confusingly terrible, like in my case there have been so many things going on like its school ka pressure, friends and goals and shit and exams (ofc)
in a nutshell i need a hug.