Do You Ever Have Those Days When All You Want To Do Is Read Angst So That You Can Make Yourself Feel

is this love?

it starts by listening to the same playlist on repeat,

its Finneas, Dean Lewis, Banners, followed by Benjamin, Grey

and a touch of sugar, spice and everything that peirce my heart.

I find myself wondering if the poems say it out loud

or the songs add the missing harmony

sometimes I find it in lines traced on old yellow pages

and at others in the random flowers pressed between…

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hey, are you listening?

hey, are you listening?

hey, are you listening ?

my walls keep on falling,

there’s a shadow on my head and I am afraid.

hey, are you listening ?

theres a hand on my window,

the floor keeps on shaking more and more and more…

hey, are you listening ?

I am running out of air,

I am one the floor, there’s a rattling in my bone.

hey, are you listening ?

I stopped breathing.

hey, are you…

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Covid-19 has taught me once again how I have been taking the simple joys of life for granted, like the road and sky on a calm and easy day.

letters

the last letter

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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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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

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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As a girl who is just steeping in the real life....my indian parents have made me go through this fear a lot and one day even when I wont be ready in know this will come true.

Looking for some one who would help me commit crime brulees

so hot🥵