/universe within/

 i stop to smell the flowers

[historicnow]

who got mommy issues

🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️🙋🏽‍♀️

[historicnow]

who was i before i fell in love with you?

i don’t even remember her…

my life before was a prelude to us.

all that has opened up since us, seems to be what it’s always been about.

all that was until us, seems to have led us to this.

[historicnow]

make it make sense???

[historicnow]

we’re going through the same break up.

and listening to the same album.

he’s listening to kandhon se miltey hai kandhey

and i been listening to kitni baatein.

and i guess that summarizes where we’re at 🙃😭🤡

[theambitiouswoman]

This is such a genius approach. Please practice incorporating this habit.

[historicnow]

zindagi ne ek aisi raftaar pakad li

Ki jo nazara pehele sthir aur apna sa Lagta tha

Ab apne se door peechhe ki ore khichta nazar aata hai.

Jitna bhi mud mud ke dekhu, aankho ke saamne dhundla hota chala Jata hai.

Mai ab baith ke yahi sochti rehti hun

Ki kahi ruk ke uss apnepan Ka purana nazara dhoondne nikal padu?

Ki aage ke nazaro ke liye aankhe khol du?

Ya shayad iss safar, iss raftar mai hi voh sab kucch hai jiske liye mera dil besabar hai

[historicnow]

In fact, it’s a very Age of Aquarius thing, to find commonality across what it means to be human.”

[historicnow]

the december sun

evades me when i seek it’s warmth, hiding a world across.

cold and blue, i carry on wrapped in wool and loss .

his birthday is this weekend, the first one he will miss

a day of joy and celebration, now feels like an abyss.

just like the sun i seek up in the sky all bright and free

i have a vision of him here, celebrating twenty three.

the sun has left us cold and dark, we call it seasonal lows,

he took himself as we looked on, we called it life’s old woes.

love is light and light is warmth, and warmth a sign of life,

it’s no surprise, the sun reminds of love that is no more alive.

i have felt him in the warm glow of sun through all these months,

a sign that he is well and free, safe somewhere above.

often when i think of him i turn my face to meet,

sunlight trickling through the clouds and it is him i greet.

as days days turn into weeks, send us throttling to 24th,

i seek the sun, it’s sight and feel, more than ever before.

[foodieforfashion]

[serious]

[historicnow]

oops

[historicnow]

I stare at the mirror; Wondering if I’ll ever truly like the girl staring back.

[historicnow]

you will!

you do!!

you’ll love her.

[yms1]

Thank god i have tumblr, at least i can talk to myself.

[historicnow]

how many times will my secret words be read.

for me to spiral with guilt over truths i feel.

for me to learn big lessons of life.

of kindness or honesty.

i wonder.

what’s fair.

[rabbit-rage]

whoever is writing my life has got mad writers block bc wtf am i doing

[historicnow]

Maybe we’re stronger than we think we are.

[historicnow]

BeOne.

a lived philosophy

for me

for you

for us all

[filhade-jah]