the literary nomad

she travels from book to book, never settling, never ceasing.

[the-literary-nomad]

Today I found myself staring at pictures of you that I found on Google. It had been just one interview. Everything had gone perfectly.

I hadn't even expected it to. I planned to be nonchalant and aloof at best. But no, you had to have my defences broken down—your polished exterior, your friendly faces, your kind words.

And you expected me not to melt?

My fear clawed out of my lips; "Just give me a minute. Let me think about this."

It was moving too fast, I needed to breathe.

But clearly it was too late. The light had faded, the doors closed. I was no longer invited to be part of this elite society.

"We'll call you."

Unsiad words stopped short in my throat, choking me. I didn't know what to let out without sounding desperate.

So I said nothing at all.

And I left.

It's been 3 days. I know no one is calling back. I've been thrown back in the market, left to fend for myself. I lie in bed, consumed by dreams of my failure. Dreams of what I could have had had I just leapt in.

Sometimes hesitation is the death of prosperity.

Such are the trials of the job market.

[the-literary-nomad]

What if I could just take 24 hours and just cry and be myself. Would that be enough?

Well any of it be enough?

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[the-literary-nomad]

Her mehendi had almost completely faded out—a gold ring the only remaining adornment. She could still smell it though, the faint scent of henna that always brought her comfort. Except now whenever she lifted her hands to her nose it was followed by the taste of him—like blood in her mouth.

And she would do anything to change that. Twenty-five years she went without having associated anything with the smell of henna. Now, in a mere five days, it had all changed.

[the-literary-nomad]

an era is coming to an end

[the-literary-nomad]

I haven't read sometimes good in ages

And its starting to show

[kiisuuumii]

Kaveh Akbar, from "No Is a Complete Sentence," from Calling a Wolf a Wolf

[the-literary-nomad]

sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be utterly ruined in love by someone. To say, "Oh my god, this person has utterly ruined me for everyone else."

What would it be like to be so attracted to someone you physically cannot keep your hands off them? Not in a crude or sexual way, no. I mean little touches; your hand in his, your finger curling around his, the tip of your toe just lightly resting against his. Pressing yourself to him while you walk because you literally can't seem to stay away. Holding on to his sleeve, mussing his hair, tracing his ear, his eyelashes. Just anything. Anything that would of mark him as yours in some way.

And then I begin to wonder, what it's like to know, in your bones that he is the one. I've been so protected my whole life. Sometimes I wish I knew what its like to fall in love. Atleast then I will know how I deserve to feel when I meet someone.

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, “little prayer”

[perfectfeelings]

“Call me and tell me it’s just because you needed to hear my voice before you went to sleep.”

— Unknown

[the-literary-nomad]

The feeling when something you don't want is taken away from you VS when something didn't think you would want this much is taken away from you .....

[the-literary-nomad]

My spine aches for someone to talk about me this way. Who will come to my kitchen, hungry for me?

[resqectable]

“You have to get to a point where your mood doesn’t shift based on the insignificant actions of someone else.”

— Unknown

[thespilledquotes]

“Sometimes, the strongest people in the morning are the people who cried all night.”

— Book of prosperity

[the-literary-nomad]

Crying for a love like this

[the-literary-nomad]

I'm beginning to realise I have a problem with praise.

Is it an oldest child thing?

[the-literary-nomad]

I want to utterly ruin someone, and be utterly ruined in return. is that too much to ask for?

I suppose in this day and age, it is.