love

it is love and whimsy that keep me alive

[lovenwhimsy]

jinxing things is myth. appreciate things while u can

[lovenwhimsy]

when they think having empathy makes u weak but boy let me tell u..

having empathy in this world is really not for the weak

[lovenwhimsy]

hey i bring a very smudged nail polish, lint on my sweater, unbrushed hair, greasy bangs, tangled earphones, mascara stains on my eyelids, lips constantly covered in saliva because i forgot chapstick again kind of vibe to the function do u still like mw

[lovenwhimsy]

and as my final act of love i will tell you exactly whats wrong with you because clearly nobody ever did you incompetent oblivious piece of shit kill yourself

[lostofthedead]

[lovenwhimsy]

main ek shaadi mai gayi thi and when i came back home meri mumma meri massi se phone par baat kar rahi thi and my massi said ki "bohot pyaari ladki hai, kisi se kuch kehti nahi hai, kisi se koi farak nahi padta bas ek corner mai baith kar sabko badi badi aankhein karke dekhti rehti hai."

and you know what thats exactly how i want to be percieved

[lovenwhimsy]

i hope when love finds me it looks at me longingly and says "where have you been all this while?"

[lovenwhimsy]

one day, you'll finally have the courage to open up your tightened fists and see that the thing you were holding on to, so tight, is long gone and all you have are sore fingers

[lovenwhimsy]

no, it wasn't just a dumb compliment to me. i love the way i am in your eyes. i wish the way you percieve me is my final form

[mynowherenothing]

When carrie bradshaw said your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing

[lyrebirb-deactivated20260429]

When dostoevsky said maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with

[lovenwhimsy]

sometimes when im passing by a store and glance at the refrigerator and see those glorious silver diet coke cans i cant help but giggle and buy one

[lovenwhimsy]

why does my body not understand the difference between excitement and anxiety..

why am i cold sweating, tummy in a twist because im going on a fucking trip

[copepods]

i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"

[copepods]

@holyknuckled you get it. lterally what are we here on earth for if not to occasionally impose gastropods upon unsuspecting customers. this story is delightful

[lintubintu]

@holyknuckled like that?

[holyknuckled]

oh? my god???

yeah, Exactly like that

[lovenwhimsy]

the tension between me and the mortifying ordeal of being known. it is a horror, indeed, but how liberating is it to be known amply and accepted despite each my flaw be shown? i fear i fear being known because i fear being rejected but i fear i dont fear it more than being neglected. i can stand being undesirable but i dont think i can bear being unacknowledged, stand being the untouched, unread book at the book store which nobody dared to open simply because it had too many pages, had too much to say. But the book is open, open for you to see, open for you to know and open for you to perceive. Aren't we all just books sitting on bookshelves wishing we'd be more tempting for the reader choosing, wishing we were a bit thinner, and had a cover more amusing. I wish each page of me gets read, with eyes awake, wide. Each detail be highlighted with tiny little notes on the side. It is far from mortifying. a bit scary, okay, but if i said it wasnt half my pennies down the fountain, id be lying.

Being known is a blessing, a luxury to say the least. Being unacknowledged is walking in the dark shadows, hugging my knees in the corner but i want them curtains drawn, i think it'd be much warmer. I need light to be shed on me, I think I'd feel alive, we all need sunlight once in a while, we need it to survive.

But i have my people. People who'd make the gloom fade, people who’d draw the curtains because they know that the darkness makes me scared. People who acknowledged that book at the book store which was untouched and dared to commit to the big fat book which had a few hundred pages too much. The tiny fragment of sanity in me remains because of them, they know me enough to be able to dismantle me and assemble me back again the same. They restored my hopes of being known, which for a second there, ceased. Being known is a blessing, a luxury to say the least.

Because to be known, is to be loved. And to be loved, is all I've ever wanted.

[lovenwhimsy]

I moved around a lot growing up. Too much, an annoying amount of times. At a very young age, i had to come to terms with the fact that there was nothing i could do about it. I was told to suck it up. Life went on, we moved and moved and moved. It grew on me eventually. I, who once sought friendship in just about any being, now found comfort in solitude. Because what is the point of planting saplings when you ought to leave the garden one day. Bullshit. I have planted saplings and saplings till my fingers were cramped up, till i was parched, till the back of my nails were disgustingly packed with dirt. But im still sucking it up quite well, I’d say. I fear i’m drifting away from the point.

It’s all “Diya is so loud.” “She never shuts up” “She always has something to say.” until somebody says “Hey, where are you from?” i dont know. “Where’s your hometown?” Which one? I’ve turned an immeasurable number of dull, dreary and soulless houses into a home. You’d think i would get get sick of it as years pass and cease to empty my heart and soul into it. No. Not yet, atleast. Holding the quote “home is where the heart is.” by its throat. The series of mundane houses that were my home for what felt like an instant, that i cherished with my all, are still out there, exactly where i left them. Walls with trebles of my songs absorbed in them, mirrors where my reflection is recognised, floors that have memorised my foot prints, are all now perhaps inhabited by unknowns. Its their home, now.

Even with acceptance, no matter how much i’ve embraced it, the fact that never has and never will quit haunting me is that i never knew home.

[lovenwhimsy]

id like to be a professional flaneur thanks

[lovenwhimsy]

There are no bad ideas, just poorly executed awesome ones.