"I'll accept you in your purest form; your most authentic self is safe with me" says a stranger on the internet.
And yet somehow it brings me comfort the way I crave it, like cool water on a sunny day.
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"I'll accept you in your purest form; your most authentic self is safe with me" says a stranger on the internet.
And yet somehow it brings me comfort the way I crave it, like cool water on a sunny day.
I prayed that I remember you in the morning.. which is to say, I wished that I never forget you even when you're not there. But now I don't want any mornings without you, if I forget, I want you to be there to remind me.
When the wind brings us foreboding ships to the shore I call home,
When men come yelling for blood in the name of righteous honor,
And when an unwelcome rescue pulls me from the haven of your arms,
They will see me rebel like a daughter, and turn against earth and sky,
For you are a home more precious than the one I had to leave.
Oct 15th '24, edited July 10th, '26
5 years worth of letters
You've been missed, my muse, even though I promised I'd forgotten you. You've played this elusive game with me, all these years of chase, tell me now... do I ever get to win, or should I let you convince me to start all over again? You flutter in and out of my dreams just to leave me with more words for poetry, and each time i stop myself from reciting them back to you, just barely. I don't remember your touch, i wonder if I felt it at all, you never let me hold on to the idea of you for too long. Can you sit with me again, tell me what I've lost, in the meantime, I have 5 years' worth of letters and another muse to write about.
June 18, '25.. last one, I promise
I only started talking to my father after I was an adult. Unfortunately for both of us, he'd never treated me like a child until I'd outgrown it.
- 28th December, 2024
This week is like one curveball after another.
My brother decided to quit his degree this summer break after trying it for a year, and asking our middle class indian parents for a second chance like this has been really tough. But he finally got the "okay fine, you do you" from Dad a couple days ago.
I got a call from a great college in my city (that I'd applied to for fun, with no expectations whatsoever) that there's a seat that has opened up if I want to take it, and the kind of emotional dilemma I experienced when I heard that was literally torture. I've already paid my tuition to another college- a college miles away from home, in another state. I've been wanting to get out of this house for more than a year now. And here I had an opportunity to go to a great institute, for a similar course, but I don't get to move out.
Well, I gotta be careful what I wish for, cuz the next day, me and my brother got kicked out of the house on grounds of using the home as a "cheap hotel for sex and drinking." We lived at a friend's for a couple days, until dad asked us to come back yesterday.
Now I'm gonna still ask them to get me my dream college and allow me to peacefully move out. On my own terms.
It's been a crazy week.
Temporarily homeless.
art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you
This is something that @youronlystargirl has taught me about my life. The things that will save me are already out there I only have to reach out for it..
Its always just leaving. She lives an hour away from me, which isn't much in a city y really. But I can't help but spend the entire train journey back distracting myself from the hurt of leaving her house.
- May 9th, 2025
Sadly still relevant.
the aroace read of ryland grace is so personal and haunting. "you don't even have a dog." was it not enough to love the world for the sake of living in it. was it not enough to live for the thrill of discovery. was it not enough to smile at your students. was it not enough to be afraid.
If you can't tell already, this is a yearner's diary.
I recently started journaling again and I've neglected this blog, but here I am now writing again to an imaginary audience, trying to be as authentic you can be as a nameless account on the internet.
I am a yearner, and sometimes I fear it keeps me from going after things that I want. It's romantic and easy, to sit in the shadows, seeped in envy and self-inflicted despair, than to go forth and do something that might take courage, a risk. I want to learn so much, and as I've said before, I want to read. I want to create so much and say so much, but I.. just don't? I don't know if it's just fear or shame or procrastination. But I am tired of it, really.
I'm bigger than these 4 walls I've kept myself in, I need to get out soon. It's the end of an era this month and what better time than right now.
One of my favorite things about my life rn is when me and my gf go to a cafe every sunday. we dont even do anything. we barely talk. we split a coffee between us, maybe the occasional donut, and sit on our individual laptops to finish up the week's tasks. she makes me listen to a song draft here and there, and i ask her for better synonyms for whatever essay im writing. and then we go get food and she drops me off to the station (this is always heartbreaking btw). But then we get on a call and talk till i reach my house.
And I love this, until we find the next best thing. with our schedules and family, this is what we can do, and I obv dont want this ritual a forever thing, but i just wanna savour it till it lasts.
Judith Butler, philosopher: ‘If you sacrifice a minority like trans people, you are operating within a fascist logic’
Someone needs to tell this to the government of India
I like my analogies, and I can try to compare you to a million things, but I'm realising that they way I see you in everything I'll never run out of beautiful things to call you.
Being tipsy and wanting to kiss her every 10 seconds as we talk about potentially breaking up. It's a whole vibe.