(i) I don’t know how to stop being afraid, How to stop allowing fear to consume the cracks Of the place, we call home I’m afraid one day, They will crumble the walls that keep us safe (ii) I don’t know how to love you Not quite in the way that I think you deserve … Continue reading Seven Things I mean When I Tell You “I’m Sorry”
Everyone has different ways of coping. Some type the same message over and over again, with the assurance that the backspace key will make up for the courage lost when they couldn’t hit enter. Some look into a mirror and wipe away their tears, pretending to be strong for their imaginary audience and convincing themselves … Continue reading Coping
I have always been great at making lists, Colour coding different tasks and beautifying them only to strike them off once the job was done, It gives me a sense of satisfaction, as though the more tasks I complete; the more I had achieved. Some days I wonder if your list comprised only of the … Continue reading 18/09/2018
Today, in this very brief yet very important (only because it contributes to my procrastination before midterms) post, I am going to tell you something about myself that any guy or girl that wants to me take me out on a date should know (not that there are many of you). Todays world is constantly … Continue reading Tea or Coffee? Both.
I have a confession to make, I am a hoarder. Of books that smell like they landed on my doorstep after years of collecting stories from people I will never know. Of memories that scream at me from rooftops, telling me that sometimes, I remember you with more fondness than I did when you were … Continue reading Confessions
To the woman who finds her heart in empty alleys and broken doorways too often; i. When men tell you that they want to wrap their drunken slurs around your fragile body. Tell them that you are no ones present or dream. You are a warrior. A hopeless romantic slaying the dragons of pseudo relationships … Continue reading To the woman who finds her heart in empty alleys and broken doorways too often;
“The past few days have been nothing short of mundane and dull. I’ve been stuck in the hospital for fourteen days and I’m not getting any better, my dad says that it’s still a good thing because I’m not really getting worse either. My body is just stagnant. There’s only so many movies one can … Continue reading Excerpts from Unsent Letters and Unfinished Thoughts