Puti Karina Puar. 22. Geologist in the making. Learning to write and vice versa. Category Archives for Words
Regaining Sanity
After losing my sanity somewhere about 1234kms from the other side of the board, I’ve been trying to regain it. I flew back and I flew again. It used to be working all the time. But, I felt like blue and … Continue reading
It’s the tragedy of loving,
“It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.” — Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
Hey there.
You remind me of a place we used to call ‘home’. Hey there. — — — (I know it’s pathetic to have such blog post, but another ‘hello’ might not hurt. It’s been a while.) *
to be or not to be
At the end of every day, the thoughts of being a part of universe weigh on us: at every empty space, there are infinite possibilities: to be or not to be someone’s loudest silence / flower on the window / lyric … Continue reading
