You are wanted. You are necessary. You are the only you there is. Don’t be afraid to leave the castle. -j. n.
feels naked without my comforter. -v
I miss home.
(oh my god it’s already Thursday, time is such a bitch)
21 minutes past midnight, what am I thinking?
1. Fresh milk comforts me in such a way that everything feels so much better. There is something about milk that forces me to see differently. Not a word mankind has invented would suffice and elaborately explain how strongly I feel for milk. Milk. I run looking for milk when my day gets a little grey; I want it when I’m extremely joyful; or when I’m anxious. I just simply love it, and I don’t need to expound further. True love needs no explanation.
2. The ability to produce tears is something that I acquired for the past 2.5 years. For 16 years, my eyes were peacefully going for the quiet life undisturbed by tears. Little did I know that everything would change the moment I stepped into the pathway which read almost adult. I was quite unaware that there is another dimension of me who is a total crybaby. I don’t hate it. As a matter of fact, I liked crying as much as I liked laughing. I assume crying and laughing now share the same spot on the list of things I like doing.
3. Why do we like naming things? Why can’t we just leave them be? Why?
4. Happy is my thing.
5. I am in love when I am watching a movie. Or reading a book. Or listening to music, just staring blindly up at the blank ceiling. I am in love with the now. I have everything that I could ever hope for. And I don’t wish so much.
6. Wanting is not my thing.
the daffodil knows more of spring / than roses know of anything
what if she knew the words to say?
what if she said them anyway?
“Love is the falcon’s flight over your sands. Because for him, you are a green field , from which he always returns with game. He knows your rocks, your dunes, and your mountains, and you are generous to him.”