“You’re So Obsessed With Finding Someone To Love You Because You Can’t Love Yourself.”

"Everyone is afraid of something and that is a fact."

"How was a friendship any more codependent than a relationship? Why was it admirable when you were twenty-seven but creepy when you were thirty-seven? Why wasn’t friendship as good as a relationship? Why wasn’t it even better? It was two people who remained together, day after day, bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property, but only by the shared agreement to keep going, the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified. Friendship was witnessing another’s slow drip of miseries, and long bouts of boredom, and occasional triumphs. It was feeling honored by the privilege of getting to be present for another person’s most dismal moments, and knowing that you could be dismal around him in return."

A little life, Hanya Yanagihara

"In the end, the thing that broke me also made me whole."

The broken heart gallery

"Death isn't about the person who's dead, it's about the people who are still alive."

Llana Masad, All my mother's lover

My mind is divided into two parts. One part always motivates me to do my best but the other part just demotivates me. Most of the time the other part wants to punish me for my failure. Not physical pain but the mental pain. These mental pain reduces my enthusiasm to do any work which leads to emotional breakdown and overthinking. The part which motivates me had helped me to deal with this emotional breakdown. Books have also helped me alot. Writing helps me to deal with overthinking. But still its quite hard.

Does this happen to you?

"We are all alone trapped in these bodies and our minds and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial."

Jennifer Niven, All the bright places

In the end, that was the problem with romance. It was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. It was in music and on TV and in filtered Instagram photos. It was in the air, crisp and alive with fresh possibility. It was in falling leaves, crumbling wooden doorways, scuffed cobblestones and fields of dandelions. It was in the touch of hands, scrawled letters, crumpled sheets and the golden hour. A soft yawn, early morning laughter, shoes lined up together by the door. Eyes across a dance floor.

I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found that nothing was there.

A mirage.

Loveless by Alice Oseman

KAREN: I think people that are too similar…they don’t mix well. I used to think soul mates were two of the same. I used to think I was supposed to look for somebody that was just like me.

I don’t believe in soul mates anymore and I’m not looking for anything. But if I did believe in them, I’d believe your soul mate was somebody who had all the things you didn’t, that needed all the things you had. Not somebody who’s suffering from the same stuff you are.

Daisy Jones and the six, Taylor Jenkins Reid

"I often look for books that are like medicine, that fit my situation and my thoughts, and I read them over and over again until the pages are tattered, underlining everything, and still the book will have something to give me. Books never tire of me. And in time they present a solution, quietly waiting until I am fully healed. That’s one of the nicest things about books."

I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki, Baek Sehee

You know what the problem is, I always give other people amazing and useful gift but they never give me a proper gift . There gifts are always useless. So from now on I have also started to give them cheap and useless gifts. Tit for tat :-).