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Living alone is such a tug-of-war between loneliness and solitude. There's such a fine line. Sometimes I enjoy the whole space to myself, not having to explain a thing to anyone, and sometimes I just say something out loud and realize there is no one to comment on it. I enjoy the whole bed to myself and, at the same time, crave for a human touch.
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Staying alone pt.1
I get up a little late on Saturday morning, around 8 am. I have time in my hand, I engage in a longer workout session. Make myself lemon mint iced tea. Order some cold brew cold coffee, that I have been looking forward to try. Take a nap before lunch. Watch some regular YouTube vlogs. Catch up on EXO contents. Declutter the mind of the mess created this week. Journal. Write. Burn the incense stick. Keep the plants in the sunlight. Leftover for lunch. Call family.
Take a deep breath. And another.
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A less talked about part of growing up and living alone is returning to an empty house when coming back from your parents' home. Yes, the freedom and space is great, but the first smack of emptiness that hits the face when you open the door is always hard to face.
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I realised how research is a form of long meditation.
You allow the mind to wander, acknowledge it, and come back to the task at hand, all the while taking deep breaths.
Gotta apply it myself in my research journey.
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Oh I made another Tumblr
That is not for reading fanfictions secretly.
I have too many shower thoughts I need to put somewhere. This void is perfect. This idea was also a shower thought.
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