18 December 2016

She was a different kind of special. She wasn’t the usual, “Wait till I get some vodka in my body so we can party”, she was the “Let’s go to the skin clinic and get some free kaya cool drink just because we can.” She liked to make the world believe that she would change…

The first time ever…

The day was seemingly beautiful, although from inside a club it was hard to tell. She was dressed in her most ordinary (“quite shabby” as her mother would say) clothes, no skirts or dresses were comparable to a plain white top and jeans for her, she was no masterpiece after all. It was a close…

Story twenty nine; Story twenty nine

I’m late on today’s story aren’t I? Apologies. Today’s story belongs to a beautiful girl, an amazing writer, a great speaker and a true friend. I know the story is in pieces and in screenshots, but snapchat just doesn’t budge. I can’t stress on how important it is to lose yourself, to become who you…

Mad girl’s love song

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that…