My best friend is always trying to take pictures with me. Poor guy. That’s an endeavour I will almost always botch. I don’t get pictures. I don’t know why people insist on capturing moments. Can’t we just enjoy them and save them in our heads? The irony is, I don’t want him to ever stop trying to take pictures with me. I realise that is … Continue reading Fear of Photographs
Five or so years ago I read (I’m not sure if it was a Jeffery Archer or David Baldacci) this novel. One of the reviews was “*insert book’s name* grabs you by the balls and doesn’t let go until you are done.” And I have always wanted to use that line. People think it is weird because I am not a boy. But then again, … Continue reading The allure of bad boys
“There is no such thing as too much self-love.” Even as I type this, there is this voice in my head screaming, “Yes, there is. It is called narcissism.” But I read somewhere that your first reaction to something or someone is what society has conditioned you to think. Your reaction to that first thought is what defines you, makes you who you are. So … Continue reading self-love
pain, anger, fear, loss laughter, joy, love, hope. I’m just saying, there is much more to life, much more than emotion. locked doors, dark rooms, quiet times, free spirits. freedom to be who we really are; who we are when everybody else isn’t looking. Continue reading Free Spirits
I don’t get people who do not read. like, how are you comfortable with knowing so little? it doesn’t bug you there there is so much you don’t know? and i don’t just mean books or novels, i get it, not everyone has the patience for those. but for once, would you Google more than naked women doing deep plunges?(though i don’t know why i … Continue reading I don’t get people..
i keep telling people i am good with pain. i am the kind of person who will rate my pain at eight on a scale of one to ten and still refuse to take painkillers. on most days, its because i hate medicine. but on other days its because there is something about pain that fascinates me. morbid i know.pain is rather grounding; physical or … Continue reading The allure of pain
You wouldn’t believe this(i do not believe it myself either) but people think i am funny.granted, i have a sense of humour, but funny? lets not get crazy. and i get anxious when someone calls me funny because i feel like every word i say after that has to be rib-cracking,and i just cannot handle that amount of pressure. that’s the same thing with my … Continue reading Have you ever…
A while back, I developed this habit to cope with negative emotion; I would imagine myself as a superwoman of some sorts. Invincible by whatever disappointment and hurt life would throw at me all so regularly. With time, this coping mechanism evolved into a “personality” of its own. I like to think of it as my alter-ego. So on times when I am not being … Continue reading of Superheroes
So i came across this post. quite frankly, i don’t know what to call it.so lemme back up a little. i like to think of myself as one of the very few “real” people left roaming this messed up habitat we insist on calling home, earth is what my science teacher called it. by “real” i mean i have a life outside my phone, or … Continue reading Whatchamacallit..these laughs maybe??
so today i choose to trust; to feel and to get hurt. to love even those people i have been told i should never waste my sights on. to believe that they would never disappoint me. actually, i know they will but i want to give them the benefit of the doubt. to let the past stay there. i choose to give humanity a second … Continue reading gut over reason..