I think we yearn for our blank slate states, for our most pristine, untouched selves. It’s why we romanticise childhood even though it’s most likely had its share of hardships & knocks. Tattoos are a curious borderline point between our most fearful, vulnerable selves that want to look back &…
When people say the word ‘love’, I usually recoil. I say that’s a real big word, one I don’t really know how to say. My language is rooted in past experiences & it pulls up memories of difficult feelings when it registers the word love. And then there are moods…
Stop trying to heal people hoping that they will love you for it. That is not how healing works.
Your body language speaks your name. I have only my words. I’m a bundle of all things that hide inside “I’m okay.”
Nobody feels safe right now. Why is it okay for one to weaponise their pain? It’s an unhealthy way to get through the day.
I picked up the crochet needle today. I began crocheting in 2002 after I heard it was calming. My impatient younger self had been bored by the labor but in 2002 I found something else. I was struggling through something I did not understand, had no support or idea how…
For the ones dealing with long-buried memories and healing from old wounds. It’s time to recuperate.
The word ‘toxic’ has become a slur to use to attack, rather than a tool to reflect on what one needs.
Writing was my catharsis, till it became my crutch. A paper plane showed me the way out.
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.