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“you, your fingers would dance over my skin like letters bouncing in poetry, your eyes would skim mine for the possibility of prose in your name, for words that you would seek comfort in. why do you look at me as if you were waiting for me to paint you in syllables and poetic phrases to beautify you? was it not enough that i signed off every emotion in my heart to your name? my love, my wrath, my every figment of existence, every thread that i hang upon—all in your name? your name is sprawled against my heart. my heart may be in pieces, but every vein spills blood with your name dripping off it. you’ve consumed me completely, love, and you search a poetification of yourself in my eyes? here. have it on paper. for permanence.”

— @coffeeacademia

//hello/goodbye//

|AUTUMN 2020|

|OCTOBER 6|

15:31: Cloudy, blue skies and a constant feeling of reaching out; an impulse to grasp and hold onto your hand and caress it with feather-soft touches.

You’ve always been my favourite cup of hot coffee on the chilliest of winter nights, my ‘conversations in the dark’ and of course, my heartiest hug after bad days.

Still,

You’re the hardest to write about.

You’re the…

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“There is also a philosophical question about the relation between mind and brain, and it is this: Is your mind something different from your brain, though connected to it, or is it your brain? Are your thoughts, feelings, perceptions, sensations, and wishes things that happen in addition to all the physical processes in your brain, or are they themselves some of those physical processes?”

— Thomas Nagel, What Does It All Mean?

turkey and azerbaijan are attacking armenia right now, and it's 1915 all over again because the world is distracted and people are too busy wondering if they're gonna live or die, and who gives a shit about my country anyway? my mum told me to tell my friends and explain to them what's happening and that we are the victims in this war because azerbaijan is spreading lies and people are believing their lies and i told her, what good is that going to do? do you think anyone's going to come to our aid? is russia going to help us? is america? is england? erdogan said they will finish what their ancestors started, and he means genocide. he means ethnic cleansing. he means to massacre every last one of us. and in doing so admitted to the very same thing turkey has spent 105 years denying. i don't know who to tell and what good telling people will do because we're a small, insignificant country, and we have nothing to offer to the people in power, the handful who rule the world. so i sit here with my pain and i feel helpless. i know there's twitter threads and links to petitions and people being urged to contact their senators, and sorry if im being pessimistic, but azerbaijan has been attacking us for the last 22 years, and though we defend ourselves, we can't do anything to stop them. they've violated ceasefires (and geneva conventions) multiple times. i don't think they'll rest until every last one of us is dead.

we just want peace. we just want to live peacefully. we're not asking for a lot here.

Desensitised?

A scream erupted outside as I was at my desk on warm Thursday evening. I went about my tasks; A scream erupted at midnight as I was scrolling through my phone. I went on with my leisure time; unbothered I could on with the number of times something as such had already occurred, but could I even recall? I can however, recall a shrill cry of pain I had heard two days ago and I was about to go on…

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"The idea of a perfect date"

“The idea of a perfect date”

//MONSOON 2021// /JULY 2/12;08am How perfect can a perfect date actually be? Does every little detail play out the way the initiator planned it to be? Or does it have to follow a certain norm dictated and infused into our minds by media?My idea of it is far from it. In fact, it can be summed up in four words. Before I get to that, I’m pretty sure there’s going to be a lot of differences on how…

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Joy Sullivan, “Want", Instructions for Traveling West

half-open windows just after the heaviest rainfall of the week/ petrichor that he loves so much/ a feeling of loss and gain all at once/ tears ricocheting just like T-swift sings/ an impending decision's finally made/ a little prayer said/ the windows are now closed/ memoirs of him to be buried/ one-at-a-time