Not many months ago, I was sitting at the seaside watching the sunset. It was one of those marmalade skies, a humid weather that’d go perfectly with a country song. The winds were blowing my hair, swiftly caressing my face pleading me to shift to a new perspective. At 5 p.m. that Friday, I was … More Seaside.
On a shameless night and a nameless place, my thoughts wandered like a hopeless case.
If there is one good thing that has come out from me being a girl,…what the hell, can’t think of shit. It’s just a pile of disappointments.
It is only in the moments when you are alone – for quite a while – that you submit to looking at and through yourself. We escape the activity of delving deep into knowing ourselves by keeping busy, one distraction to another. We do it because it works so well. But it troubles us. We … More What If…
I like my weekends unplanned. I’m currently trying to handle a dozen things in my life which require constant time and effort. Sometimes my role in certain situations has gotten me to sacrifice my lunch, sleep and even sanity. In the past one year, I’ve been (surprisingly) socializing to an extent that the act of … More Weekends.
A few months ago, I dreamt of waking up to Instagram notifications that screamed all my favorite authors are now following me. For any young reader, this is the absolute dream.
Last night I was out partying till late You know my mom doesnt like it She hardly grants me the permission Says she trusts me but not the world… So i tell her i’m not in school anymore ma
Over time, when bitten enough, The body can build up tolerance To mosquito bites So that they no longer itch. Then— though you might be Bitten a hundred times On each hand And again— on each leg You are not bothered.
There’s a part of me tracing back memories, I feel this heaviness in my chest; the weight of your words on a frail, little heart. I love you backwards, From the last day to the first. This way I know your favourite song before I know your name. Loving you backwards comes easy.
They ask me what my favourite place in the entire world is; where i am most comfortable in where i am most myself and they expect a far flung city or a party club with night music
Anyone who says they love the rain either 1) doesn’t live where it rains much, or 2) doesn’t work/go to college yet. It can drain your energy, frizz your hair, and if you have ever had an injury, you’ll definitely feel it on a rainy day.