moved to @wylanvaneckz.

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened every day and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

life really is just like. you meet people you love them and then you lose them and you never see them again. and it's inevitable and it happens to everyone and there's nothing you can do about it

love looks like my dad waking me up at 4:30 in the morning while my mom prepares my protein shake and sandwich before I leave for training; resting my head in my best friend’s lap as she strokes my hair while our athletics coach gives us an after-class pep talk; coming home to my mom having a headache, sending her to bed and coming 5 minutes later with a cup of hot chai and a crocin tablet; how my sister saves everything, even 5 rupee chocolates just to share with me; that picture of my dad holding a baby me while absolutely beaming with pride and joy; my cousin and I pelting each other with water balloons on holi like siblings even though I’m seeing him for the first time in years; the way my dadi and I repeat the word “bye” a thousand times before putting the phone down; my crush telling me that I was the only person he could be himself with; my friend running and throwing herself into my arms as hello after we hadn’t seen each other in days; my elementary school best friend and I doing everything while holding hands, despite my being unpopular she never let go of my hand; mutuals on tumblr tagging each other in cat pictures and posts about oranges; it looks like pulling out my kiddie makeup kit in 3rd grade just to see my friend make his fake-puke face while we waited for our turn during the annual school performance; my mother’s face lighting up when her mother calls her every day- love has so many forms and ways of expressions, that it’s hard to comprehend how loved one can be. just look around, look at the little things, my dears, and you’ll know what love can be. (inspired by @chaandajaan  )