You Can’t Put Being In Love On A Scale. Either You Are Or You Aren’t.

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Ahh the inherent romanticism of waking up on a cold September morning, stepping outside in an oversized sweater to read while drinking a hot drink in the cold crisp weather.

What is dark academia, if not studying late into the night on dangerous amounts of caffeine

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

being desi is realizing that every bollywood movie has the same plot as a Wattpad story written by a 16 year old.

how to fall in love with life again

go cloud-gazing, lay down in the grass on a sunny day, or empty roads on a rainy day, stare up at the sky and let your mind wander.

read a book so complex that you don't understand anything, fill your arms with scrawled definitions.

writing poems and notes of kindness, hiding them for other people to find and pass along!

read passages of love in another language, untranslated and realise that love can surpass even the greatest of barriers.

find your favourite flower! hunt for it, research it, write an essay on why you love it and how much it means to you!

buy another copy of your favourite book, fill the pages with annotations and give it to a second hand shop for somebody else to experience it the way that you do.

fill a journal with moments of your life, even if you don't think they're very interesting.

listen to music whilst looking at the moon and stars, realising how beautiful life is.

visit an art gallery or a museum near you. become familiar with it, visit it until you know it inside out. make it your special place.

learn the little things about people, including yourself. find their favourite colour and why, find their music taste, their taste in books until you know them perfectly.

the small things! taking sips of warm beverages becomes the most comforting thing, closing your eyes for a moment on a bus and focusing on the lull of movement.

bake/cook your favourite treat. experiment and find the way that makes it taste simply ethereal.

the utter romantic notion that the stars have a hand in our fate.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it’ll be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

Alienated.

Have you ever felt the urge to jump

from the tallest building,

heard the wind whispering in your ears

from the highest tree?

Have you ever thought, at least once,

that you weren't living in a world

made for your kind?

Earth cannot contain the sea.

Water cannot be shaped

by men's will, nor by their greed.

You are not from this planet,

you are not quite human, too.

The stars call you at night,

asking you to go back home;

the wind tells you the story

of how your kind carve the world.

And you close your eyes,

and listen

the voice of the Earth

calling you "son".

Have you ever felt the urge to jump?