I Can Taste It, My Heart's Breaking, Please Don't Say It

I can taste it, my heart's breaking, please don't say it

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena // Alain de Botton, Essays in Love // Eden Robinson, "Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted" // Chloe Liese, Always Only You // Anne Carson and Euripides, An Oresteia // Two—Sleeping At Last // Studio Bones, SK8 the Infinity // Trista Mateer, "is it okay to say this?" // @moodylilac // D. H. Lawrence, "The Rainbow"

The floor seemed wonderfully solid.

It was comforting to know that i had fallen and could fall no further.

If I fall, I should get back up?

What if I want a minute on the floor?

i legit got stared down by so many people

i think it's cuz im wearing salwaar kameez

if not then idk what's weong with me

BUT TRADITIONAL PEHENNE MEIN KYA KHARAAB HAI BROOOOO

I belong to you

In my solitude, it's just me and these intricate things. I won't call this feeling home, yet I feel this is where I belong. In this space, where I lie amidst these scattered notebooks on my bed, in the light of my antique lamp, trying to word out my feelings, this is where I belong.

Little do I know that, being alone feels good, but it never feels right, not to me at least. I might not feel the same tomorrow when I wake up. Maybe I would end up feeling like a loner but, right now, I feel complete and I think that's enough, for now.

"The blessings hit different when you remember what you went through to get them".