The Right People Won’t Make You Feel Shitty For Having Bad Days

Hahhahaah relate

*In the CT room*

Medical Technologist: *handing out lead apron* Careful, it’s heavy.

Intern: Last week I was on orthopedic surgery, I think I can hadle it.

Proverbs 17:17

My childhood sweet heart 🐸

I am good

Where are you from

Auhhhmmm... I'm from Gujarat... But living in BANGALORE!!!! Wht abt uhhh😊

The first poem from my new poetry collection, Coffee Ring Lies, out April 16th!

I can do BETTER anywhere but HOME

Last night I had this really secred feeling .I was so hard I was so scared that...........

I hate when ppl judged me smartness parson ,that a students ,or something else like that.

Since than I'll grown up apart from my parents .I just don't feel that connection anymore .the lonely and quite home has become house filled with numb feelings .I couldn't call it home anymore .

I was never home .

It's just place that called home but not really .....

MY CHILDHOOD

priya AWANA

August sun, soft and sweet

A bright sky slipping down my chin

Tiny grin, this little sin, no one knows

The sticky underneath

So lush to linger

Linger longer

Summer flesh, softened lips

Would you like a taste?

So bad at texting it feels like war

reading books like the secret history is always such a wild ride, because i'm fully aware that it's a criticism of aesthetic hedonism and the elitism of academia, and then i'll read a line like " if we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look at that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. then spit us out reborn" and i go absolutely fucking feral.