#missing home

[kaisenkalogathia]

Artist: yamada_souko on twt

The loml ☺️☺️

[thedeadpoetshadow]

This part of my life is call

Missing a home that never existed

-Anii

[inlovewithquotes]

Sansa remembered a summer's snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They'd each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she had none. Bran had been percher on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she'd slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn't, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing.

-Sansa Stark

[acadmicvictimsblog]

Yaaar !!! ghar ke khane ki yaad aa rahi hai ;(

[ladyrosesblog]

Finally We’re In The Airport Ready To Go Home! But Now We Don’t Know If We’re Going Tonight Or Tomorrow Morning As Our Flight Was Delayed Then Cancelled!! 😩🤬

Hoping That You’re All Well! I’m Tired, Hungry & Annoyed 😒😭

[i-remember-yyou]

[yagirlyubnub]

Don’t You Remember This Place?

all the memories there?

The friends You’ve made? The lands You’ve traveled?

You Miss home, don’t you.

[sustiawan-author]

I remember the streets I used to love,

battered cold in ice and froth

covered in forgetfulness I am not ashamed of

like an angel sitting right above

the rooftop where my chimney laid

where fire started, and hid our fears

as the lone war ended, we weren't afraid

in rememembrace of those sweet few years

[haunting-home]

Palermo, Sicily

2023

[maisie183]

Any tips and tricks from people who study abroad or do an semester abroad for people who are newly abroad and are feeling homesick.

I feel like i’ve been doing good the last couple of days, with the occasional wave of sadness, but today I’m feeling quite sad. I have two separate exams tomorrow, been studying for two days, but it just doesn’t feel like I did anything at all. At the same time I’m going through stuff with my flatmate. And then I get a cal from my mom. And all of a sudden my mood is just terrible (because I miss her and the rest of my family and the comfort of my own home).

Any tips and tricks?



[moxx-n-angel]

Home.

[arcanesdiary]

"-she's an adventurer at heart"

But why do they not tell us that the wanderer also misses their home almost all the time? Yes, she loves the tingle of new dawns but what about the silent searching of someplace familiar to just exist at? Why is it that they only listen to the talk of heart and not of the soul? How fast do those echoes die?

And how do we find a new home when the comfort of home is left in the past, far far behind.

So, from now on I'll write, "Yes, she is an adventurer at heart, a wanderer constantly searching for the some familiar solace "

wish I never left home... and now its not the same anymore

How privileged I am to be able to experience all the things I always dreamed as a kid. But how privileged was I to exist in that loving home, full of people, memories and happiness.

[inlovewithquotes]

"Death is not the worst thing," the kindly man replied. "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and suffering grow too great to be borne, the angel takes us by the hand to lead us to the nightlands, where the stars burn ever bright. Those who come to drink from the black cup are looking for their angels. If they are afraid, the candle soothe them. When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?"

Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit, I smell hot bread baking, I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. "I don't smell anything."

-A Feast For Crows

[thoughtsfromsmallhours]

12:17 am

[beautifulandraretoevenexist]

How can you tell your mother, home is not your home anymore? That everytime you come back here it feels more alien. How can you tell her that this is not your safe place anymore and you don’t want to be here?

I romanticise this place when I have lonely days, but in reality, every time I come home I am reminded how much I hate it. How much it drains me, and how much I wish I was free to be untethered from it forever.

How do you say I love you, but I don’t love this place anymore?

How do you say I love you, but I wish I didn’t have a reason to come back?

[kurdiyya]