I Honestly Feel That Working In A Little Old Bookstore Would Solve All Of My Problems.

“Picture a wave in the ocean, you can see it, measure it — its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. It’s there and you can see it and you know what it is. It’s a wave. And then it crashes on the shore, and it’s gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be, for a little while. That’s one conception of death for a Buddhist. The wave returns to the ocean  — where it came from, and where it’s supposed to be.”

-Chidi Anagonye 

Reading by the window while it rains

“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

— Katherine Henson

Hearts on the surface of Mars

when a girl starts growing up then all her loved ones start fading into unfamiliarity. The mouth of her mother starts spitting venomous hatred towards her growing skin. Father's opinions start falling low, shaming her for desiring extra air, outside his suffocating layers of thick curtains. The mind of her friends start revealing to be shallow, cheapening her skills to just sly trickeries. The eyes of strangers, old or young, start turning hungry, beseeching helplessly everywhere around her, to destroy.

The smell of burned dreams and an intolerable noise surrounds her, blaming her for all the impurities in the world, till she dies, sometimes even after that.

-@illusoryescapee

Is it abuse, when you were too young to realise? Is it abuse, when the criminals are your loved ones?

I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like “whatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with you” so he just raises him as normal, doesn’t even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the king’s murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I'mma put him out of his misery.

do you see this shit my liege

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.

Ariana Gandhi

Title track : positions

Lyrics : I'll be switching the positions for you yoga in the ashram and I'm freedom fighting too <3

B-side tracks :

Break up with the british I'm bored

I've got no dandis left to march

7 movements