I Am Falling Again.
I Am Falling Again.
I Am Falling Again.
So, what do I do on my free days?
I wake up late, search for a cup of coffee,
Make myself a plate easy breakfast and then
It’s a day of selfcare.
I think of the books to read and shows to watch
I lay down on the grass and look at the sky.
I paint my nails and I curl my hair
Then bunch them and use a ribbon to tie.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I can see
See a void…
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690 Kilometer.
The distance between me and my past is not very large…690 km to be precise.
Did I run all the way here or rode some cloud of power I don’t remember?
Funny I ran so hard and so fast and I still find myself under.
Every morning I find something crumble…is it my soul, my mind or just another blunder caused because of my dropping eyes and my body aching to lay in a deep slumber.
The wind…
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somehow his talks about all the cravings i have had or will have...but mostly it talks about how i crave for the touch that i can never have the way i used to.
“You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.”
— Alida Nugent
One day you will realize that you are not the center of the world and that...is...okay.
someone who realized this long ago.
INTRODUCTION OF SORTS...
INTRODUCTION OF SORTS…
Hope is a new thing for those who have been lost too long. I am in love with my future but I am scarred of what it might become.— Me (high on some random happy moment which washed away too soon) This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates. Honestly I don’t know why I am even trying…
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This how English major torture people.
I’m going to make a new font called Times New Bastard
To hate and not hate my Father
To hate and not hate my Father
Let’s be clear my dad and my Father are two different people, two souls in one flesh and yet so differently similar. My dad laughs at the most childish of jokes. My father hasn’t smiled at me in ages. my dad has cried in front of me and is open to care. My Father goes through days with a stoic line on his face. My Dad has names for me that show his love, overflowing. My Father calls my…
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THE END OF THE DECADE.
THE END OF THE DECADE.
The 2010’s are ending in six hours… the thing is that I have been contemplating about writing this article for like 10 hours, or ten days, a month. End of the decade it is and we can do nothing about it. The funny thing is that past ten years have been life changing for everyone because we all grew up, some of us started the decade as 18 year olds , some stared the decade as 10 year olds, some of…
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The Story...
The Story…
I knew a boy,
little scared and little weird.
he knew a girl
little sad and little scared.
they sat together, wrote together
songs of distant past.
and that’s the story of …
he loved flowers
she loved stars
he would weave her hair
while she would fight the ants.
and that’s the story of….
she would put stones in her pocket
he would put buttons on dresses
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Snape: Miss Granger, pay attention or serve detention.
Hermione: Make me.
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Draco: (in a distance) like one of my french girls.
Hermione: What
Draco: What
Snape: What
Hogwarts: What
Just a girl who is going through anxiety and awkwardness. Walking on the roads of life, learning lessons, writing poetry, living stories, capturing moments and making weird, bad, and pathetic puns.
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