pt. 0.0 to ∞.

pt. 0.0 to ∞ he wasnt pretty to look at, not at all. sometimes from a side angle, he looked nice. but good lighting was essential for that. he looked dead half the time, especially because of his eyes. if you looked deep into them when they weren’t looking at you, you’d notice how painfully…

THE TO-DOnt LIST

THE TO-DOnt LIST a) dont pretend everything is okay if it’s not. b) dont tell someone with anxiety to chill. c) dont fall in love with the past. don’t fall in love with the person they used to be. d) dont be a bottle. don’t bottle. e) dont turn a simple ‘i love you’ into something…

a small take on love. 

tell you what, the someone you decide to fall for isn’t going to be very different from everyone else, they’ll feel familiar, similar, usual. but they wont be anything you expected. they’d be of a different size, maybe even a different color. maybe they’d be reddish yellow, full of sunsets. or maybe they’d be grey,…

unsent / / power

do not kiss my cheek if you’re drunk. do not ask about my day if you’re drunk. do not tell me about your day if you’re drunk. do not ask me if i’ve had dinner if you’re drunk. do not ask me if i’ve had breakfast if you’re drunk. do not ask me for breakfast…

7:17 pm.

the thing is that no one wants to be mainstream. no one wants to be ordinary. everyone wants to be ‘that girl’ secretly. everyone wants to be thought of as special, to be special to someone. I’m not saying it’s wrong or anything. and if you argue against this, you probably are one of them…

word(s) of the day

t. /tiː/ (n.)

– the twentieth letter of the alphabet.

– a person who writes to feel a little more and to spread love and comfort.

i am i am i am enough

i am your 11pm calls when you cant sleep. i am the raindrops you play catch with on your car’s window. i am the balloon you tried to save from the scary kids. i am the autumn leaf you kept in your journal. i am the piece of cake you stopped yourself from having. i…

but, what if?

[a small portrait of innocence and development through a series of conversations between a mother and a daughter]

what inspiration feels like.

i wake up to your sunday early morning poetries, the nameless red flowers at your feet. The tapping of pencils and scribbling of erasers, devoid of cliches you try to write. a bent figure, it’s still dark outside, surrounded by sharpened remains of pencils. you seem to think of letters as lost souls, waiting to be…

apologies; 1:51AM.

I hear countless apologies everyday, each holding a meaning so vague, you can never understand their motive. “I’m sorry I was late.” “I’m sorry I hurt you.” “I’m sorry for your loss.” “I’m sorry for what I did.” “I’m sorry I didn’t call you” “I’m sorry for being so stupid.” “I’m sorry I never listen…

a list of impromptu suggestions.

a. dont run away from home or friends or problems. they all come back to you, or in some cases, you always have to go back to them. b. having a blueberry mojito when you’re sick is not a very good idea but i’m sure everyone already knows that so this point is pointless. c….