Hey (with The Intention Of Wearing Your Initial On A Chain 'round My Neck Not Because You Own Me But

You wouldn't feel like eating when a feeling eats you from inside.

Fuck 'freak'.

Is somebody willing to match my whimsy?

There is no stronger force than that of a girl’s desperation to write about her male hyperfixation.

do not text me unless this is ur intention

(Bengali)New Year, No Me? *laughs hysterically with subterranean agonising pain*

my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.

Alan you're not a singer but you sing for my heart with your melodies better than any singer out there.

Peace in Love?

Growing up in a family where love was but a superficial concept among two individuals who claimed to be in love but actually wouldn't think twice before pulling the trigger on each other, I didn't get to understand what love meant.

Romeo and Juliet's story is stereotypically considered to be a great love story but were they really in love? Or did they love the idea of being in love? Sigh, what are you, love?

How crazy it is to think a simple four letter word could have so many meanings depending on who uses it, how they use it, when they use it or why they use it. But um wait, it could be absolutely be meaningless to someone else too. You could think someone is in love with you without realising that they lead you on perfectly. Sigh, anyways moving on.

I have been in love a lot times, but do I know what it actually means? No, but I do for sure know how it feels to be in love. It's so bitter-sweet, so painful yet such a beautiful feeling. It's like getting your soul crushed into a mould just to let it get built by your lover again hoping they do it with care. It's like a baby bird trying to learn how to fly, taking a leap of faith fully aware they might either fall to death or fly higher in the blue mesmerizing sky. It is as if "to love" is "to gamble", "to love" is to "take the risk". You never know if it was worth it unless you give it a try.

Love is not just having lovely moments, it's like a going through a storm and if you're true to yourself and your lover, you'll be just fine with a few scratches maybe but that's all. Love was never just peace, it is a fight, but it's the one you don't fight with eachother but fight for one another. To love is to understand eachother even in the silence. To love is to respect eachother boundaries. To love is to let go of ego and embrace selfless love for one another cuz what goes around come back too.

"Our favourite colour was Red."

Red,

were the lights they put up in their room,

and the carnations they had just bloomed,

while I cried myself to sleep on my bed.

Red,

was the spilled glass of wine on my dress,

as I stared in amazement and somewhat in distress,

how pretty it looked against my scars that slowly bled.

Red,

was all I could see as anger in me grew,

for the future with him I once drew,

had burned down before me as I watched my cupid lie dead.

It’s okay to still get sad about something you thought you’ve healed from.