Stills from my mind.

contentment?  oh well, it is a subjective term. contentment to me lies amidst the pages of non academic books, it lies within the smell of new books, or the smell of that first rain which makes everything better, it lies underneath the night sky full of stars (and ofc. moon); contentment is creating a piece of art and seeing it turned out better than what you imagined it in first place or wearing an outfit which suited you pretty well, it also lies in seeing someone laugh their heart out (be it a stranger and even if you weren't the source, 'joy is joy', and now it belongs to both of you), contentment also lies in successfully ticking a 'to-do list' , it still lies in an unplanned trip (be it a simple roadtrip), it lies in eating your favourite dessert after a meal, or eating it on a 'cheat day' :p, it also lies in jumping onto the bed at the end of a heavy day and watching your comfort movie/ series while having your comfort food (how about fri...

museum of weird personalities. museum of having a slow sunday. museum of wiggling in excitement. of amusements. of reading a book with no academic stress. of watching a movie & acquiring a new personality based on your favourite character until you see another movie. museum of the obscure Japanese words you learned while you couldn't sleep. of perfectly baked cheesecake. of humming. of dressing wildly. museum of not knowing when to join in a conversation. of not being sure to work. museum of talking too fast or too loud. of being too annoying. museum of missed opportunities. of being late. of up-all-night-wondering. of being asleep till afternoon. of calming yourself. museum of all the to-do list you were supposed to do. museum of hyperfixation. of the one food you could eat every day and still be happy to consume. museum of colored glass and embroidery and polaroids. of blending in. museum of masks, of the people you've been. museum of learning how pay attentio...

When you’re younger, you make fun of it because it seems boring but one of the best parts of getting older and maturing is recognizing how simply pleasing all that cliche shit is; sunsets really are so endlessly satisfying. the hint of lilacs in the breeze really is soft and delicate and sweet. sometimes it feels good just to successfully clean the sink, to find a gadget or simply an appliance in the color you’ve been wanting, to try a new recipe, to finally get through that one television series like how you’ve been meaning, the subtle evening walk with your homies (and crazy, it makes everything better), to get to know that which fabric suits your skin the best, to read a book which conveys everything your heart ever wanted to, to know which weather makes you feel elated, to finding out your comfort food or movie or place, or to figuring out your serene spot and to know what (and who) really brings the best in you. and oh, the happiness (and satisfaction) also lies in pou...