The kind of ache that can’t be satisfied

I need to get away, to get inspired, to see things from a different perspective. Because right now all I feel is trapped.

On a lighter note, I am hooked on this beautiful song:

I knew a man who was afraid to love
To lay his heart on the bathroom rug
He drank his coffee in the same old mug
And sat in silence till the world fell numb

Until the day when a girl came by
She had eyes like the rising tide
He felt a sharpness deep inside
The kind of ache that can’t be satisfied

We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves oh we’re cursing the stars

So he turned to the radio
And he went to a picture show
Tried to find someone else who knows
All the hurt that a heart can hold

She smelled like cinnamon and winter clove
And sparked like firewood inside a stove
Wanted to ask her just to sit and stay
Instead he watched as she walked away

We hate the rain when it fills up our shoes
But how we love when it washes our cars
We love to love when it fills up the room
But when it leaves oh we’re cursing the stars

Ending this awkward post with a quote by one of my favourite authors:
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”
― Sylvia Plath

Finished reading The Bell Jar yesterday, I couldn’t read too much at a time because it was honestly rather depressing. But her writing is so relatable and real that it just draws me in. Wanna read her journals soon! After I’m done with my gigantic pile of new books.

P.S. Cannot believe how arrogant you are

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