thirteen.5 things about a girl in my head.

zeroth. (g) the path from my jaw to my shoulder was always stained and tainted and marked with her red bites. she’d say in the end, ‘sorry’, a soft whisper, warm breath against my neck, ‘i didnt mean to hurt you.’ first. (h) she was selfish, blue and aflame. she was heartless, broken and grey. she…

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…

closure.

closure ;|ˈklōZHər| (noun)
– a feeling that an emotional experience has been resolved.

(this contains my bad humor and a rant on how to be happy)

what you are.

you constantly feel everything; the morning walks of housewives, the cold condensed vapour on the iced tea bottles, yellow lights of the moving cars, the big glob of the cloud that floated in the afternoon, the word of every suicidal book. you have a small curved waist, you stand out and you have a petite body. the…

a somewhat letter?

a letter for the one’s who are like me aka a letter for the future version of me, without bullet points. learn how to say no. try to not let the small things bother you, if you really are me then you’ll know the small things i’m talking about. remember that it’s okay to cry….

i swear i dont (previously: untitled series, #1)

title courtesy: Cameron D Hamilton (thankyouu, aye) disclaimer: this is not a writing, this is a 10 pm work and this is not meant to be anything. this might be close to a rant but this is not a rant. i repeat, this is not a rant. i hate how you still look at me the way you…

our hearts and other broken parts

i’m watching myself through the reflection, i look as dead as i feel. the eyeliner isn’t as smudged as it was last night. i’m trying to pick up the pieces of the hearts that i’ve broken. maybe they’ll fit together to make mine. i want to help myself with all the pieces and lay them…

modern incomplete fairytales, #5

(read other parts of this whole series first; modern incomplete fairytales, 1-5) pt5, the airport.  it’s been a month and she’s leaving again even though she promised not to. she’s at the airport and he’s at the library she worked at. she’s trying not to miss the flight and he’s trying to get a cab. the fate’s…