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crescent-july · 2 months
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20’s is confusing. You crave for space but you hate the silence.
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crescent-july · 2 years
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I think love is greater because it gives you strength. You recognise an emotion and you own it. You use it. Not as a weapon but as a candle that not only illuminates but also has the power to melt, to burn, to extinguish. You still choose otherwise.
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crescent-july · 2 years
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August has always been the most distressing month in the year. The emotions are wild and untamed, the hunches keep haunting you, your heart reminds you of who you love so deeply and your mind warns you that it may not end so well.
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crescent-july · 2 years
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the other day I was telling someone how I have a handful of friends and he asked me how many exactly. so we counted all the names on the call together and surprisingly it went over 8. And he said, “that’s not less. that’s just about enough. you can conquer the world with just 3 good ones”
and at 3am, i counted you all as my blessing
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crescent-july · 2 years
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sometimes friendships and relationships aren’t as easy as you’d want them to be and that’s okay
love has its own hurdles and so does friendship
there will be days of loneliness, insecurity, fear, differences, distance but these will also be the days you’ll know if your love/friendship surpasses the bad days
walk out of those where the bad days are > and stay in those where the bad days are present but so is forgiveness, love, respect, support and above all- honesty
love is beautiful, so is attachment, the emotions are what make you human- express them louder
expression reciprocated or not is bravery
and I hope you realize that sooner or later
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crescent-july · 2 years
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Pain is subjective and so is love
So are you
So am I
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crescent-july · 2 years
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You know how you give a piece of your heart everyday to someone and yet you never receive even a quarter of it?
Are you the person who loves and is loved
Because same
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crescent-july · 2 years
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Does everybody you know, really know you?
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crescent-july · 2 years
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At 23, today; I’ve really grown away from the notion that changing cities, places would solve the emotional turmoil when the conflict is internal. Your fear, stress, insecurities, anger will eventually catch up with you- sooner or later; if not with him here, then with her there.
Your emotions have a pattern and they’ll repeat until there’s acceptance and an effort to rectify it at its core.
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crescent-july · 2 years
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I get attached to people, places and even the cup I have my tea in every morning. I get attached to every living and non-living I touch, I share space with. And most naturally, separation is what I fear the most. It kills me to realise that there will be a day in my living days or beyond, when either I get left behind or I leave behind.
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crescent-july · 2 years
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sometimes the edge of the cliff is less of a surrender and more so an indication to make a choice,
so make it
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crescent-july · 2 years
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sometimes, just sometimes
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crescent-july · 2 years
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have y’all ever felt strangely but deeply attracted to something so vast that it can encompass you wholly and still not know of your existence
because, the moon
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crescent-july · 2 years
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As usual as someone else, I think I fear separation the most, more than I thought I did probably. I can feel myself sinking, my hands sweaty even writing this but emotions are so aggressively dimensional, I think I can write a page on how I feel and still not feel satisfied about having done a great job at explaining.
That's just about how one feels, right?
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crescent-july · 2 years
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You can be your own storm and your sail
And
That’s okay!
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crescent-july · 2 years
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Sometimes I read my diary and I feel like I fail to recognise the person who wrote it. Idk if this is normal but I feel like the me who writes my diaries is so much mature, aware, sorted and a believer of acceptance and I always question myself if I'm who writes these paragraphs unapologetically and not frightened of letting myself go all out or if I'm the person who's reading it, every corner of my mind exploring my own self in those pages and getting startled at how raw and true I can be to myself but I choose to walk past.
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crescent-july · 2 years
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Don’t let anybody ever make you believe that you’re not good at something you do or that you don’t deserve better. Your heart and soul that has been poured into the work knows you better.
And that’s all that really matters.
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