I Need A Hug.

Sylvia Plath, aged 30, in a letter to Olive Higgins Prouty, her mentor & benefactress, 4 months after discovering her husband's infidelity, and their subsequent separation (dated Tuesday, 20 November 1962)

my body is tired.

my mind is cruel.

i don’t know which one will win.

the comfort i find in the rain is kinda unreal

•🌧️🩶•

Me, after another night of drafting, editing, writing, editing, editing again, some more editing

nevermind *deletes the whole thing*

I’ll tell you something right now,

I’m terrified of burning my whole life down.

So many people disregard Camus as cold, detached, cynical.

But I ask you, what is a cynic, if not a broken romantic?

“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal" some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

// Albert Camus, from “Notebooks, 1951-1959”

Tera mujhse hai pehle ka nata koi…

“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”

— Emery Allen