Mind Palace    Just tangled myself up even more

Boston    it's true. i divide myself into teeny tiny bits, causing a glit ch with the rhythm of my heart.

25/F/here, there & everywhere    it's just words after all

Armchair philosopher. Intellectual spiritualist. "Masterchef" of my kitchen. Lover of Life. Writer. A Student of Life Forever. theprincessediaries.wordpress.com http://vijyalakshmiharish.tumblr.com/ theintellectualspritualist.wordpress.com http://www.qyuki.com/community/journey/Vijayalakshmi All poems posted here …

Existence is only the act of persisting, as long as we are insisting on the use of our voices.

M/nyc    these days breathe through words, molecules of vowels, stem cells of consonants, the fabric, the tissues of life, veins are a dictionary of corpuscles, red …

From a world where everyone can only hope to fly.

we talk about abandonment like secondhand sweaters in a thrift store, thinking about someone else's arms and someone else's lips against your neck. twitter: @vestigixl