i think of you in colors that don't exist.

All my teenage years, I had bottled up anger and grief and promised myself I'd never cry but when I sat down with her hands in my hand and looked her in the eye, all the anger turned into tears. I sobbed for hours and she sat there, rubbing my back. That's when I saw. Growing up is also tearing down walls, it's also letting go of the anger.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

i am stuck in an eternal state of yearning in which i romanticize and fantasize about all the lovers and lives i will never experience.

Reminder:

Whatever happened over the past year, be thankful for where it brought you. Where you are is where you're meant to be.

It's okay if your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows. Just don't make it forever.

I think Tumblr has been one of the biggest support i have had in my life, I could be crying my eyes out and come to this place and feel like there's stuff to make me smile always.

i cut opened my heart to you, and let it bleed the silences of hidden pain, like it was waiting for an eternity to do so. you touched my scars and they shined like stars.

perhaps, the greatest love of all is the one left unsaid.

it's sad how we don't miss the person we love we miss the way they made us feel, we miss all the times we anticipated all those ifs and whats in our heads and how things would have been better if even one of us could have tried to walk an extra mile towards each other. it's always about how loved we felt in their presence.

someone holding your hands when you're distressed is simple but extraordinarily beautiful way of reassurance.

resting head on your friends shoulder and then falling asleep is completely another level of comfort <3

if we ever stop talking, just send me your fav song <3

write yourself

a love poem

every once in a while

let your heart know

how beautiful it looks

with all its flaws.

"For me nothing is more beautiful than the moon up in sky, that rises everyday to show us that there is grace and strength in standing alone."

"I am half agony, half hope."

-Jane Austen

i look for you in everyone i meet. you worry how you don't need love anymore, i worry i"ll never be able to give my whole heart to someone who ever loves me. when you say, you don't need love, you sound unreal to me. but i pray, love find you in the most least expected ways. when you talk about eternal happiness, you sound fake to me, you know, you took the eternity and happiness away, but i pray, happiness finds you in that one moment, the same way when pain makes you to jot down.

It is a very pleasant and terrifying thought at the same time that the inevitable flow of time will wash away everything.

We ourselves and everything we know is lost in the storm of time and the nature of time is fleeting. Knowingly or unknowingly, we act as if everything is too important, but in fact nothing is that important. Time is the beginning and end of everything. There's no such thing as great suffering, great injustice or great memory; everything is forgotten and washed away with time. So when something like that happens to you, waste no time digging into the past, taking revenges or holding any regrets. The best way for you will be is to dust yourself off and join the race of time once again, knowing that this too will not last longer.