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no debate.
Last one standing
Unique ; is it the new normal?
I was 4 when I first heard the adjective
I was 10 when I heard it being used for me
I was joyous and blushed timidly in glee
I thought of myself as distinctive as the snow that falls on December 1st
I thought of myself as the honey dew that quenches the oak's thirst
i thought of myself as sole as the titanic beneath the sea
I thought of myself as second to noone ; there's only and only me
But as I grew up
I stepped down
I lurched around
I stumbled upon an abundance
Of personalities that strike resemblance
to me , and me to others
"Was it all just a farce?"
Was I not as unparalleled as the striking beauty of marble under moon?
was I not as novel as the trooping of hues paraded across june?
was I not as isolated in this world as i thought I would be?
I wanted to be second to noone; the world to have only and only me
But as I walk through my life I find a piece of myself in everyone I see
some beautiful some horrific
and some beautifully horrific
some prude , some so kind
some weak and some with a sharp mind
some eccentric, some basic
some with witts and some ritz
some ambitious, some unsure
and some who couldn't take it anymore
but one piece that I'd find in them all
t'was their wish to be the last one to fall
that one piece encapsulating everything-myself
a bit of me that made them me
a bit of me that made me myself
no matter who's in the right and who's wrong
no matter whose weapon is feeble and whose strong
no matter who started first
no matter who said more
I'll always have the last laugh
I'll always reach the shore
so I am second to noone
there will only and only be me
because I'll be the last one standing
no matter what the scene
I'm the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean?
β Arthur Miller, The Crucible
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I WANT HARRY POTTER KINDERJOY
Closure.
It's 31st May , 2024 , 6 am in the morning
I didn't sleep at all I stayed up doing random things, but all of it ended with me praying
well , for someone as pathetic as i
there could me many things to pray for ;
a better life , health , my parents to (finally) love me , good grades , any improvement of any sort infact
But at the end of a day and the start of another
I find myself praying for him
for how I wish I could hug him goodbye
how I wish I could meet him for one last time
how I wish I could look into his eyes one last time
how I wish I could hear him laugh one last time
How I wish I could see him smile one last time
and oh how I wish to just lay my eyes on him one last time
to just rest my eyes on him and memorize every little detail
the way his almond eyes are a little widespread
the way his nose scrunches as a reflex everytime he's in sun
the his smile is slightly titled towards left
the way his lips just stay in the same position when he laughs
the way his eyes catch the first hint of emotion that eventually creeps across his face
the way he raises his eyebrows subconsciously
the way he touches his nose everytime he is thinking
the way he shifts his head to one side whenever he stands
the way his teeth are bent forwards at a 10Β° angle
he is a beautiful boy
I probably don't even remember what he looks like exactly
I would just love to admire him one last time
I was not sure whether i should use past or present tense when I talk of his face
I am sure he changed
He probably looks prettier now
only to make me hate myself more
I often wonder if he is completely oblivious to my feelings
is he completely unaware of how much I want to hug him
not to feel anything but just a warm embrace
by him
by the first boy I fell in love with when I was just a kid
the first boy whose name I wrote at the back of my diary to find "flames" of lol
Embracing him would be like embracing my entire childhood
my ages through puberty
my acne phase
my bob-hair-tomboy-anjali phase
my boyband phase
my bangs phase
my theater phase
my artist phase
my jee phase
through it all he was there
not physically but somewhere in my heart
Just there
like an asshole really
somewhere he shouldn't be
but just with his legs on the table with shoes still on , a ciggerate in one hand and my diary in other
he owns it
he knows the command he has over me even if he isn't there
is that what romanticizing someone out of bounds feels like?
someone who isn't yours, was never yours ,will never be yours
but you know that the world is a game of gamble
and even a chance as small as a spec of sand is still a chance
and you hold onto that chance so dearly that everything you think about is consumed by that tiny possibility against the innumerable odds
yet you fight the world and it's rules just to think of yourself as his and his as yours
irrationally , erratically, irresistibly
I fantasize sometimes that maybe if i hugged him good bye
maybe then he would take his shoes off the table and leave
maybe that hug could do what almost 10 years of life couldn't
I fantasize sometimes that maybe if i had a huge fight with him and told him to get out
maybe then he would flip me off and leave
maybe that fight could do what almost 10 years of life couldn't
but that hug and that fight are the spec of sand
against the odds that I might never see him in this lifetime
and if I do I am sure that I would turn into that little girl again who understood what being vulnerable meant at an alarmingly young age
I wish I could just lie in his arms and cry
cry about how much I miss him
about how much I wish he was mine
about how much I hate him
about how difficult it has been to hate him
and about how I would go to the moon and back just to see him break into a titled smile
I was literally ready to fight anything and anyone to protect him
and I did
until i realised that he doesn't want my protection
until I realise how foolish it was to go to battles for someone who doesn't even want you to
; not because they care about you getting hurt
but because they wouldn't care at all even if you died
maybe he was blind and didn't see me
Or maybe he saw me and used my help and just left like that
I truly don't know which one is worse
I hate how much space he consumes of my thoughts
I hate how everything reminds me of him
his song pops up in my recommendations
everytime I open my eyes I see his favourite colour
when I open my phone and there are messages from him
when I open my phone and there are no messages from him
i hate how much I love him
when I don't cross his mind at all
Goddess of Rot
I have my physics exam (pre boards) tomorrow and...
I still have so much of my syllabus left to revise it's like not even funny anymore π
I'm just gonna try my best and do as much as I can with all the time that's left
some exams are testing you as a person more than they are testing you on the subject
I think this is one of them...whew
stuff I'll try to finish up before exams
wave optics - ncert questions
electrostatics complete ncert
current electricity ncert
revise the derivations
(ray optics, current electricity, electrostatics)
try to do as many ray optics questions as possible
watch the nuclei video if time's left
Please wish me luck y'all (keep me in your prayers)!!! π©·π©·
I'm just a girl...standing in front of tumblr asking for some attention
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