I Think Everything In This Whole Universe Is About Love And Art. And When It's Not About Love And Art

that house next to the jungle belongs to a care-taker

people call it macabre night cause it ignites terror

there is a rumour escalated throughout the town

a woman was found dead in blood stained gown

no one was brave enough, they didn't dig her a grave

no one tried to let her soul have a peaceful death

first week and people came there just to see her

they raped the body and made sure it was just a cadaver

she was already dead, i guess her soul was agonizing

how shameless humans are, didn't hesitate to do the sin

second week, my body couldn't rest thinking of that sight

she was dead and people were acting as if it was all right.

one morning, an old man came infront of my door

he asked me water and said, "can she rest her core.?"

tears drifted from my eyes, i cried from within that day

i was brave and decided to walk on forbidden way

i paced forward with ocean and flood in my eyes

i went closer to her body, i kept my trepidation aside

i saw a shovel nearby, started to dig at the very corner.

carried her body by my hands and stood to mourn her.

dreaming uncertain things about certain people feels intriguing.

the world, so shallow for some and for remains, a beautiful home.

~august/fictionflaws

Claudia Rankine, Citizen

@aakritisitaulaa

@taylorswift do you know me enough to miss me?

the night sky reminds me of you

To anyone who needs it, this is Your good luck post

Your heres to a new job post

The money Is coming your way post

The like to charge reblog to cast

You. Are. Going to. Make it. Post

Today I start the job that will never make me cry because the schedule came out and I can already see which weeks I won't be able to pay bills. Today I go to a place where I can see sunlight, am encouraged to move and learn and grow. Im sending good vibes, good luck and godspeed to whever needs this.

A bouqet, for you.

Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Ronald W. Sousa, The Passion According to G.H.