Happy Friday The 13th

being a teenager made me realize it was not my fault. every blame they put on me was never ever mine.

YOU ARE PRETTY

December 1, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

what doesn't kill me makes me want to die.

— Virginia Woolf, from “Carlyle’s House and Other Sketches.”

things are getting better. change is scary but not more than staying in the same place forever.

~august/fictionflaws

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

it took my life to live.

they don't see the dew on the leaves which were my tears because those aren't from my eyes.

they don't know i cannot cry because i am just an echo of desert, and everything is dry.

instead of my eyes, my heart cries.

my heart yells evertime a nail is pierced on my soul which is so concealed that it is as invisible as air.

i have no place to shed tears. i have no home to weep.

for me, these leaves cry. they know the pain i am enduring. they understand my heartache.

i have eyes but they see me more. they are my companion in my best and worse. they give me a way to breathe.

i could never be more thankful to what earth gave me and how soil is always giving me a place to keep my feet on.

i am fortunate enough to have a friend no one else has.

-Aakriti.

i shall inhale poison rather than falling in love.