#write ups

[thatsidebee]

no you don’t get it. unpredictability is necessary, and it is so very beautiful. what a privilege to not know what to do, what to wear and how to be. what a privilege to wake up everyday, being so uncertain of everything. finding out is what gives meaning to life. to NOT know, is it be.

[ceramicteapot]

Somedays, it’s easy to be full of energy. It’s easy to leave your sheets, brush your teeth, pick out an outfit, call your mother. You’d switch your laptop on, open a document for school or work, and boom, time dilutes and dissolves. Hours go by and even if you did not get too much done, you know you tried. 

But what about the days when it doesn’t happen? What about when you cancel plans with a friend to check out that cafe they were interested in just because you’re bone tired? You didn’t do much physically, you just are. 

And how do you explain that to your friend? 

What about the days you mindlessly scroll down your social media even when the lines on your forehead spell out deadlines? How do you feel? 

Personally, I am consumed by guilt on such days. Feelings of being insufficient, of “wasting away” my days settle in my gut and refuse to leave. I’d like to know if you feel that way too. 

If you do, you’re not alone. We always talk about our accolades, the merit we made for ourselves, the hilltop we conquered, the fort we acquired. Let’s talk a bit about the steps we missed, the peaks we couldn’t see, the time we let slip from in between our fingers, just because it could slip. Just because we wouldn’t stop it. Just because it wouldn’t stop for us either. 

Pause with me for a bit. Fill up your lungs with a long breath that I know you haven’t taken in a while. Listen to me. 

You are worthy, even if all you did today was get out of bed. 

[monsoonwrites]

Love is giving without asking Love is trusting without questioning Love is accepting without blaming Love is forgiving without hurting Love is dedicating without frustrating Love is understanding without accusing Love is living without tolerating Also, Love is receiving with care Love is protecting with devotion Love is correcting with chances Love is proving with gestures Love is respecting with value Love is being true with commitments Love is celebrating with a whole heart Love is to love and be loved by each other anyway and in every way

[annagxx]

My love language is silence, hoping someone will hear the things I never say. But the worst part? I scream and still get nothing, even when I ask for everything.

[wilo-thewisp]

opinion no one asked for

Considering that because of food safety standards its illegal to go to work while sick, it should equally be illegal to punish someone for calling in sick when they have no sick time left (or in any case really). What in the double standard.

[angeljpg]

feminine fall & winter scents.

listed L to R with prominent notes.

soft & sweet:

candy kiss - orange & vanilla

juliette has a gun (OG) - your skin but better

beyond romance - raspberry & vanilla

her - strawberry candy

lost cherry - black cherries & sugared almonds

eden - juicy apple & dark berries

complex & rich:

tobacco vanille - spiced vanilla with tobacco

by the fireplace - woodsy spice

fresh cream - buttercream

milk - spiced cinnamon milk

angel’s share - cinnamon apple pie

vanille - true vanilla

[deathpoetsoceity]

Death poets society

A series of mine. A series to an empty audience. Where instead of the applause of the audience, i will be returned the applause of the silence. I will perform to empty seats except this time. I'm not exactly performing. I'm just embracing myself.

The 'performance' I'm talking about here is writing. I will write write-ups, atleast once a week. Maybe five times. Maybe twice. Who knows how many times. Write-ups about anything and everything. And this account with little to no audience will be my stage. I hate the audience.