Now I can clearly catch sight of where my deeds were leading, It’s a vast ocean consisting of all the matters I never could cling onto beca

salvation, i dreamt of it, as i laid under the lilac sky, but then i had an epiphany, turned out that, the longing for salvation, was my...

when the world ends, i will thank myself for being there for me. i will sit in the deep silences of my bedroom with its vintage bed-sheet...

"frankly, the results of unpolished womanhood, didn't seem to be quite wooable."

I would still choose you, Time and time again, To be my home. To be my eternal, everlasting home.

The sun’s lonely. Windows open to a warm morning, while old French songs played on the radio. She undoes her dark brown, yet luminous...

Yearning to be sitting in a field of Marigolds, the soft petals swaying in the wind, spots of little suns and stars adorning the stems...

She's as fragile as glass, as thin as paper, you can't let her go, she'll be destroyed. It's scary to look at her too long; she won't...

fuck. we always think we have something good going for us, something substantial; although minuscule it’s something good. it can be as...

Had it not been for the unpolished brick roads in the heritage arc, the 17-year-old non-residential Indian would have taken a better...

Stop telling yourself you should look like her Stop forcing yourself to be like him Stop convincing yourself that they’re better than you...

I just wanted to call you. So that, My heart would have been locked down in your arms. Echo my socially impatient voice in your ears. I...

TW: loss, suicide The most peculiar aspect of mental illness is the idea that you have to hide it. It is one of the most debilitating...

me a human, I’m a tiny doll in this dollhouse of a world, a purpose is what I’m here for, a heart that feels too much, a brain that...

Fear grips me as I realize that maybe I won't be anything in my life. I'm scared of the future. I'm scared I'll fail and everyone will...

{submission} My love, spring fills me with antipathy. It snows in March and Paris is a void; The land of lovers it may as well be: My...

Tick, tock, tick, tock. The see saw tips from end to end. A swing sways gently in the breeze  Summer leaves in the wind. A heart burns...