Yashvi Porwal

[yashviporwal]

what are you so afraid of?

[weltenwellen]

David Mitchell, Slade House

[derangedrhythms]

Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House; from ‘Shapechangers in Winter’

[ahomeboylives]

[text ID: I used to say I’d know you anywhere, but it’s getting harder. /end ID]

[love]

[yashviporwal]

there is a light somewhere.

it may not be much light but

it beats the darkness.

✨

- Charles Bukowski

[quotespile]

“Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

[hyrude]

is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered “i used oat milk ;)” doesnt that make u want to live another day?

[yashviporwal]

people are bad and all but when a stranger holds open a door for you and when a stranger picks up something you dropped and when a stranger smiles at you from across the street and when a stranger on a hike wishes you good morning and when a stranger hands you a rose and when a stranger lets you have their seat and when a stranger stops you to compliment your outfit and when a stranger gives you the 5 cents you’re missing and when a stranger jams their foot in the tram door so you can make it and when a stranger says bless you when you sneeze and when a stranger helps you with directions and when a stranger gets you something from the top shelf... maybe we are worth saving.

- unknown

[yashviporwal]

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.

Beau Taplin

[yashviporwal]

"The word 'naked' is a translation of the Hebrew erom, which is used to describe a state of being stripped or vulnerable, and is without sexual connotation. [...] Called out by God, Adam says: 'I heard you in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid.' His nakedness, erom, merely implies vulnerability. Perhaps Adam and Eve hid from God not because they were suddenly prudish, nor because their disobedience had been found out, but because they realised their fragility and insignificance. They were exposed, not as sexual beings but as mortal ones."

- Anne Enright, The Genesis of Blame

[yashviporwal]

“Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.”

― Alain de Botton, On Love

[yashviporwal]

In Plato's Symposium, Aristophanes accounts for this feeling of familiarity by claiming that the loved one was our long-lost 'other half to whose body our own had originally been joined. In the beginning, all human beings were hermaphrodites with double backs and flanks, four hands and four legs and two faces turned in opposite directions on the same head. These hermaphrodites were so powerful and their pride so overweening that Zeus was forced to cut them in two, into a male and female half – and from that day, every man and woman has yearned nostalgically but confusedly to rejoin the part from which he or she was severed.

- Alain de Botton, On Love

[yashviporwal]

Perhaps because the origins of a certain kind of love lie in an impulse to escape ourselves and out weaknesses by an alliance with the beautiful and noble. But if the loved ones love us back, we are forced to return to ourselves, and are hence reminded of the things that had driven us into love in the first place. Perhaps it was not love we wanted after all, perhaps it was simply someone in whom to believe, but how can we continue to believe the the beloved now that they believe in us?

- Alain de Botton, On Love

[yashviporwal]

a hundred people know your name. about six know you're hanging by a thread. a thousand see you break in the bus, in the pharmacy with a coffee spill on your blouse they do not know your name but know everything else. your shadow smears the pavement, your exhale lingers between branches, within feaves. everyday you swallow whole chunks of the sun recall the yellow morning froth seeping in through the curtain? you cannot wring your skin dry. the moon writes you love letters - see the cursive motion of the tides?

your presence may be forgotten but it cannot become absence.

- unknown

[yashviporwal]

You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that? And I said,

Where can I put it down?

Anne Carson, Glass, Irony and God

[yashviporwal]

You're all I know and so unknown.

I cannot hold you, yet I do:

please let me hold you in my head

and where you are now, hold me too.

How can you be so near and far?

You are not here. But here you are.

- Claire Pollard

[yashviporwal]

All day I've built

a lifetime and now

the sun sinks to

undo it.

- Anne Sexton