i am i am i am nothing

i am a writer. i am the words on the papers. i am the lines you always skip. i am a balloon. i burst. i am the beats of the old songs you never dance to. i am the tree you never water. i am the planets you’ve never heard of. i am the fallen…

bookish days.

I think i finally understand why reading and writing feels peaceful. With books, every character can be categorised: s/he is good, or bad or just a supporting character whose story will be written later. There are also some good characters that turn bad and vice versa. It’s all in our control but we can’t  change…

outsider // 8:26 pm.

(this is going to be a quick post, mostly bc i dont have time rn but I wanted to write about this line so heh) “an outsider in the inside.” for some reason, I’ve been thinking about this line a lot. it’s a sad tragedy; that line and how no one seems to get it….

guidelines for a good day

1. wave at the girl that talks to herself, watch her look behind herself to see if its her you are talking to, watch her blush and wave back. 2. Keep the door open for people but not for long so they think they can just take you for granted. They are too busy and…

things no one will tell you

  its okay to worry about small things like non emoji comments and sentences with (or without) full stops.  its okay to not want to let go, but its important to know how to. its okay to just want to stay in bed when you have an exam the next day, as long as you…

to love a soul, #2

for a writer, you’ll be the one she’ll write the most about. you might not always have the role of her knight in shinning amor and you might as well end up up being described as a nightmare, bear with her. she still loves you. she will write about the future, with and without you….

almost 110 happy days without you.

day 1: i went to bed with an empty stomach and pretended not to love you day 3: i cut all the dried flowers i had from the time we went to the public park. day 7: i read our old messages and tried to kill the monsters under my bed. day 11: i counted…

last messages

where are you? (delivered; 8:08 pm) are you stuck in traffic? (delivered; 8:08 pm) i got your favourite ice cream. (delivered; 8:10 pm) where are you? (delivered; 8:16 pm) we were supposed to watch harry potter today. (delivered; 8:16 pm) if you are getting late, just tell me. (not sent, try again later; 8:17 pm)…

For the daughter that might come,

dear daughter, when you start to feel yourself falling in love, go to the nearest store and buy yourself a sweater. Make sure it’ll last. Warm yourself, turn yourself into a cocoon, go through reversed metamorphosis. Don’t try to run from it, it’ll happen. Gradually, it’ll come. And maybe, it’ll stay. Prepare yourself. Go through…

bakeries and midnight roadtrips // 12:59

I want to open a bakery and go on a midnight road trip. let it be sudden, a toothbrush and a car will all we need. maybe some other necessities too, but i cant think of any others. i want my bakery to have round tables and each stacked with at least one board game…

the japanese legend

a thousand paper cranes. it is said, that if one folds a thousand paper cranes on their own, without any help, they get one wish. or are blessed with eternal luck, or long life. you cant give away your cranes, or take them from someone else. the cranes are to be made and kept by…

another playlist (?)

you are the coffin – flatsound I’m coming home, pt2 – skylar grey everything you are – ed sheeran mother and father – broods wait for me – motopony my heart goes bum bum bum – flatsound come around – rose golan lights out – matthew pop control – halsey falling slowly – the swell…