Judge Me All You Want, When I Become A Writer You’ll Know. I’m Not Leaving This World Without Making

“He who is of high rank would do well to notice everything good about other people. In this way one keeps them in a state of pleasant dependence.”

—Daybreak, §278 (edited excerpt).

It's so frustrating

ye bhi mazaak hi toh hai

Barracks Home

by Tojo Suyemoto

This is our barracks, squatting on the ground, Tar papered shacks, partitioned into rooms By sheetrock walls, transmitting every sound Of neighbor’s gossip or the sweep of brooms The open door welcomes the refugees, And now at least there is no need to roam Afar: here space enlarges memories Beyond the bounds of camp and this new home. The floor is carpeted with dust, wind-borne Dry alkalai, patterned with insect feet, What peace can such a place as this impart? We can but sense, bewildered and forlorn, That time, disrupted by the war from neat Routines, must now adjust within the heart.

blood on women is sexy if it’s someone else’s. blood on men is sexy if it’s theirs. hope this helps.

is it just me or do everyone delete their posts because the holy spirit slapped some sense into you and you're not the same person you were 10 minutes ago

fuck hustle culture i love not doing anything. i love not getting out of bed i love being late i love not working when im at work and i love watching time dissapear like it’s afraid of me

Write about butterflies, write about your morning, write about the cup of chai you had, write about your crush that doesn't text you back. Write anything you love or colur like red and blue, cus eventually that will be yours, the true you