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whats a bollywood movie if the hero doesnt start dancing out of nowhere and the entire street suddenly knows the steps too even if its in the middle of france
you tell me your time is scarce, that what little you have to give is mine. and i do not argue. i do not reach for more than what you offer. but i wonder if you know—if you have ever noticed—that even in your absence, you do not quite leave.
some people measure presence in minutes spent, in conversations exchanged, in hands brushing against each other across the divide of a shared moment. but i have come to understand that some absences do not feel empty. some people remain, even when they are not here to prove it. they linger in the spaces between breaths, in the way a room holds its silence differently once they have gone.
you give what you can, and i take it with careful hands. but even in the hours unspoken for, even in the time that is not mine, i still find you here. perhaps you do not know that. perhaps you never meant to stay. but you have. and i have not quite figured out how to let you go.
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i'll never call you my everything—because you aren't. you're not the air i breathe, because sometimes i still choke. you're not the sun in my sky, because some days are gray, and i like them that way. you're not the reason i live, because survival has always been a selfish, stubborn thing inside me. but you are the quiet moment when the world softens just enough for me to unclench my jaw. you are the unexpected laugh that breaks through the static in my head. you are the steady hand on my back when my spine feels too weak to hold me up. no, you're not my everything—you're my favorite part. the best chapter in a story that still gets ugly, the song i replay in a playlist full of mess. and that's why i choose you, again and again. not because you are all of it—because you are the part i'd never trade, not even on the worst days.
i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith
btw i figured it all out and life is about laughing with your friends & listening to your fave songs. you’re welcome
getting approached by an animal that wants you to pet them is such a magical feeling. like they saw you and went "yeah there's love in there"
born to pick flowers, forced to pick a major
my family had a few guests over the other day, and i was already dreading it, but then the moment came when the home-invaders asked their favourite question "what are you planning on doing with your career after school/college?"
externally, i smiled politely. internally, my unkept nails were tearing at my overgrown hair, my silent scream was stuck in my raw throat, my thoughts were numb except help help help until i spiralled.
how unfair, how unjust, how incredibly pressurized is the system of our world today? we are given at most two years to decide the next four decades of our life, and if we somehow, miraculously, tragically mess up right now, it will haunt us for the rest our miserable lives. its depressing how i have to spend my time sitting in front of a screen, researching possible careers and jobs which will end up with me sitting in front of another screen, with none, absolutely nil, scope of change or escape.
is this what we, as humans, were meant to turn out like? brainwashed, wasted, completely dried out as we follow each other in a single, endless stream of scripted success? why, when i say that i want be an artist, am i told that i wont survive this economy? this economy, that is structured to thwart anything that probably won't bring profit and advocate everything that will. why are we so out of touch with what we inherently want, and so so so consumed with what we need to do?
there's a lot of gaps and cracks in my argument but god, i just want to live the way i want to, and defy any social rules or corporate ranks that threaten to swallow me whole like the others.
forgive me, Lord (and society), for i have yearned.
you ever just..
i was in school, sitting at my favourite desk, surrounded by my favourite people when, out of the blue, this inexplicable, heavy and suffocating feeling of nostalgia swallowed me whole. Though I'm not even an adult yet, in that moment, i felt as if I'd lived three quarters of my life and didn't deserve even half of it. Someday I won't be seeing my best friends on a daily basis. Someday I won't be living in the same place, in the same routine. How long until I trace my fingers over my first wrinkle, until I run a comb through my first strand of gray hair? Why do I feel this way, when I have more to look forward to than to look back on? Why am I borrowing nostalgia from the future and embedding it in my feelings right now?
March 28, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
huge shoutout to trees and also rain
the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself
Hey.
This is one of the reasons why you should be kind to older people.
This happens more and more, harder and harder, and dealing with it that often is pretty rough.
Let them tell their stories.