It's Not An Easy Thing To Accept Your First Love As Unrequited It Is A Hard Arduous Journey. It Is, My

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– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

Thinking of how writings and bathrooms have become my safe spaces, to the point where I can be around other people, and instead just go to a bathroom and just write, but it's also a balancing act, the act of trying not feel everything at once lest you break down...And how to actually allow your emotions to flow and let them not define you. It's an uncomfortable, comfortable safe space where I know this writing helps, but I don't would rather not feel anything, life is weird but true like that, we are all somewhat prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we at certain points in our lives are all defined by something we cannot change

Mystery

Even though I see you all the time,

It seems I don't know you.

You are an open book,

But still a mystery for me,

Like a puzzle with some pieces,

But still as good as a one with no pieces.

Trying to figure you out feels like,

Guessing the rainbow colours as a blind person.

And just when I begin to feel,

That may be, I know you,

I see a new you.

Saumya Thapliyal

Don’t Take Anything Personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering

“Let it go. Something beautiful wants to grow in its place.” - Unknown

I see your face, your hair. Your smile. Your voice(even that sweet mouse like laugh) [ I tell no lies] that you so disliked but I so loved, in every girl I see.

In my persona

Cracks

Through these

My lungs breath

I don't think you selfish for leaving me when I needed you

I don't think you're selfish for trying to preserve your sanity

You must really like broken things I concluded

Why break me

Your arms, anyone's arms

Can they mend porcelain

Can they mend me

2018.04.22

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.