Thoughts on home

The word ‘home’ can be defined for someone in as many ways as there reasons that people have sex. It means different things to different people at different times. Home is a universal human commodity, and one possessing such common foundation for people that we pay extra attention to classify those who don’t have a … More Thoughts on home

Walking away.

The knowledge that they’re gone. And it’s your fault. The understanding that they’re not just gone from you, but happy to leave. To know that your time spent together eventually became the symbol of a springboard, you; the starting blocks of a headlong sprint. Away. As fast as possible. To know your shared memories will be … More Walking away.

Woolf, on writing

  “… there is the dictionary; there at our disposal are some half-a-million words all in alphabetical order. But can we use them? No, because words do not live in dictionaries, they live in the mind. Look once more at the dictionary. There beyond a doubt lie plays more splendid than Antony and Cleopatra; poems … More Woolf, on writing

Pressure

Sometimes you don’t realize how many feelings you lock away inside until the right stimuli (a song, a few words, a movie scene) comes along and teases them out of you, and sometimes the dam breaks. Sometimes you live with the pressure for so long it just becomes normal. And sometimes when you start crying, you … More Pressure