breathers/ reminders.

buy cute stationary. tell the people you love that you love them. go out for breakfast and have waffles or pav bhaji. take polaroids of happy days. dance in your living room, dance in your pajamas, dance to sound of the rain as vance joy plays softly in the background. crush newspapers into crumpled paper…

noah&celeste.

i. on the nights that fell like lightning, celeste busied herself by writing about boys who couldn’t dare to love her. the loud wind crashed against her drenched windows, angry at the sky for having existed with such harshness while it longed to just be loved gently. from the beginning, celeste knew how to paint…

wa rm th

“don’t burn yourself,
trying to keep others warm.”

an excerpt of falling.

“Don’t fall for a writer,” her eyes meet mine as she takes a sip of her drink, “don’t ever fall for a writer. they’re the cruelest of all the lovers, you could possibly have. they know how to break hearts as if candy, snap, and they,” she hiccups, “surprisingly, can make you feel so special as…

an excerpt, ‘to begin with.’

“here’s what i think,” she begins, “i think, you’ve built a facade around yourself. you refuse to let anyone inside. you’re a pro at lying, especially to yourself. you refuse to feel. you refuse to do anything that is related to feelings. you run away easily. you lead people to believe that they’re important, because…

what you are, chapter 2.

you’re afraid of rejection and attachment. you have commitment issues and you hate unanswered questions. you dont need anyone else to write about you because you’ve already done it a million times. you dont like mushy words, and feelings make you uncomfortable. you dont believe in love and you hate promises, mostly because you’ve broken…