A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad
— Clarice Lispector, from “Dies Irae.”
“I wondered why I was always so lonely and then I realized that I was always playing different roles for different people but I never played the role of just myself and that’s why I was lonely - the person everyone was with wasn’t actually me.”
— sandralidell
tu koi aur hai, janta hai tu
samne iss jahaan ke ek naqab hai.
tu aur hai, koi aur hai.
kyun nhiiii
vo jo hai?
tu jahaan ke vaste
khud ko bhul kar
apne hi sath naa
aise zulm kar.
khol de vo gile
jo lagaye tujh par tu
bol de
tu koi aur hai.
chehre jo
odhe tune vo
tere kahan hai?
saamne aa
khol de sab
jo hai dil mei
bol de ab.
tere raaste
khwaab hai tere.
tere sath jo
umra bhar chale.
aa inhe gale laga
tu kon hai bata?
aa khol de
yeh gile.
Hey overthinkers, we're gonna be okay
Part VI
tightness around their eyes
pinched mouth
sour expression on their face
crossed arms
snorting angrily
turning their eyes upward
shaking their head
fast breathing
chest heaving
trembling of their hands
weak knees, giving in
tears flowing down their face uncontrollably
laughing while crying
not being able to stand still
tension leaving their body
shoulders dropping
standing still
opening mouth
slack jaw
not being able to speak correctly
slowed down breathing
wide eyes open
softening their gaze
staring unabashingly
vacant stare
looking down
turning their head away
cannot look at another person
putting their head into their hands
shaking their head
blushing
looking down
nervous smile
sharp intake of breath
quickening of breath
blinking rapidly
breaking eye contact
trying to busy their hands
playing with their hair
fidgeting with their fingers
opening mouth without speaking
Part I + Part II + Part III
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